Literally writing half of this chapter at a furniture store while I wait for my parents to finish

Recently I really look forward to writing and I really enjoy doing it:)

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*Zayn POV*

I was layed on my bed with a pillow to my chest just thinking everything through as I stared to the ceiling. In just three days Ill have Camila all to myself.

You know? We really did make up, but recently when I talk to her, she seems really distant and worry fills her eyes. I honestly feel like I'm missing out on something.

Maybe it's because she knows that I know what occurred between her and Harry. Or maybe it's just a fear of Harry reacting to us talking. I mean they did have an argument about me at the hospital.

Fuck, I'm pretty sure there's a frog in my throat.

I started walking out of my room and down the stairs. I heard some noises coming from downstairs. I wonder who else is awake at this time.

I was getting closer and closer to the kitchen and I realized what I was hearing. I walked in the kitchen and my heart almost stopped and a tear almost ran down my face.

Camila was sitting on the counter with Harry standing in between her legs as they heavily made out. I was in pure shock and jealousy and I didn't know what to do.

"Ahem." Is what I decided to say. I didn't want to watch another second of that shit.

They both turned their heads and only Camilas' jaw dropped, but Harry looked as if he didnt really care.

"Yes?" Harry asked rudely.

"I was just grabbing some water." I stuttered.

He grabbed a trey of snacks that he had prepared and pulled Camila's arm as they walked away. She turned her head and waved at me a little with a sad embarrassed look on her face. Harry noticed but didn't say anything as they walked off once again.

Fuck this. As soon as my cup got filled up I smashed it against the floor without even thinking. One of the glass shards bounced from the floor and scratched my hip. Fuck why did I choose to only wear fucking sweat pants.

I honestly didn't care that blood was dripping down my hip. I didn't care to wipe it off. The only thing I wanted to wipe off at the moment was the fucking image of Harry all over Camila that was fresh in my mind.

I walked toward the living room and threw myself onto the nearest couch. I was cold and uncomfortable but I just forced myself to sleep on that stupid shit.

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*Camila POV*

I picked off my phone from his nightstand and checked the time. It was 4:18AM and now that I was awake, I honestly could not go back to sleep.

I turned over and saw Harry smiling in his sleep. I love this guy and I don't know what I'll do when he's gone. I gave him a soft kiss on his neck and slowly got off the bed.

I was still in his shirt and I kinda liked the look of it on me. Except for the fact that I had to be really causous that it didn't go up or else my underwear would show.

I slowly crept downstairs. I think I'm just going to go watch tv or something with the volume low. I made my way toward the living room and couldn't really see anything.

I found the light switch and lead myself to it. I turned on the light and the sight infront of me made me gasp in horror.

Zayn was laying on the couch shirtless and shivering as drops of blood leaked off of his hip. I quickly walked up to him.

"Zayn, Zayn, wake up!" I whisper shouted.

"Y-yeah?" He shivered.

"Zayn your bleeding! Please get up!" I whisper yelled.

"I'm up, I'm up." He yawned.

"You've already lost a lot of blood, where is your first aid kit?" I panicked.

"Top drawer of the washroom." He smiled. Why is he smiling. I quickly went to the washroom and scurried back with it in hand.

I eventually stopped the blood from coming out and put one of those larger band aids on the cut.

"Zayn you really scared me." I said as I got up and held him in a tight hug.

"Did I?" He smirked.

"Why are you bleeding anyway?" I asked sadly.

"Oh...I was getting water and the cup fell out of my hand and umm, a piece of glass cut me." He said hesitantly. Oh.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." I apologized in embarrassment. He was wondering what I was talking about but then he figured it out, I could tell.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled but I could tell it wasn't a real smile. I was sitting next to him on the couch leaning against his cold body as we talked.

"Zayn, do you hate me now?" I asked quietly.

"No, not at all, what would make you think that?" He reassured.

"I don't know...I mean. My um relationship with Harry." I tried to say.

"Just like, ever since the start of it you didn't seem fond of it." I finished off.

"Camila. I'm not gonna lie to you. I like you...in that way. So of course Im not very fond of it, but honestly if Harry makes you happy, then Ill be happy with you." He said in a serious sad tone. I just stared at him in awe because that was just really nice of him to say. He stared back at me and I kind of felt what would happen next.

"Camila no." He said quietly.

"But I want to." I whispered as I slowly leaned in. As my lips touched his, the familiar Zayn butterflies woke up from migration. The kiss was slow and passionate. This is the first kiss me and Zayn have had where we both willingly kissed.

I moved my hand slowly all around his bare chest. I missed being this close to him so bad. The kiss still remained slow and a new butterfly came out of its cacoon every second of it and at that moment, I realized I could not stay away from this boy for a whole month.

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