Chapter sixty-one

                                    

                                          
Song for the chapter: Rihanna-Rehab
                          
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I rose from the bed as a strike of light entered through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating throughout the room. Rubbing at my sleepy eyes, I laid my head back on the pillow, gazing up at the ceiling.
                          
My hand patted the place next to me blindly when I didn't feel Zayn, already seeking for his warmness. Well the lack thereof anyway, it took a good few moments to realize that I was completely alone.
                          
I call out his name a few times but don't get anything in response. Maybe he's smoking or found the same shop I did. I drag myself out of my bed put my hair in a messy bun, pulling up a pair of sweats then ventured to the kitchen rummaging through kitchen cabinets to find something edible when my eyes caught sight of a small piece of paper which was in front of a plate with chocolate muffins.
                          
*Enjoy after breakfast babe. Had to leave. x*
                          
I smile and blush at his thoughtful gesture. He knew that I had a sweet tooth.
                          
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I'm getting worried that Zayn hadn't returned. The afternoon went away fast and I thought that he might have had some things to catch up on. I wanted to asked him if we needed to stay here some more. I had completely forgotten that this was a safe house and I'm frightened because it's been hours since then as I'm waiting and watching some Tv, the muffins were long munched down and the living room was quite chilly.
                          
The dinner was ready, I had prepared some mash potatoes with beef and some green beans.
                          
Besides that there's a slight unnerving feeling in my stomach, I'm still in a comforting mind state of happiness that I can't explain.
                          
The doorbell broke through my mind that was in an abyss where I couldn't stop thinking about Zayn.
                          
I skirt through the hall that lead towards the front door smiling brightly.
                          
"You're finally here, where were you? I was worried. Now that you're here we can eat. The food is cold but I can heat it-" I rambled, relieved that he was okay. However my words stuck on my throat when the door is open completely, to reveal Harry throwing me a deep frown.
                          
"Don't look so surprised." he mocked.
                          
"Why are you here and where's Zayn?" I frown at him."He's not hurt is he?" my eyes widen. I'm totally flabbergasted. He was the last person I expected to be here right now.
                          
"No he isn't hurt. I'm bringing you home." was his reply, with a hand he pushed his long hair back up. "His orders, this is all I know."
                          
"I'll wait for him and then we can go." I mumble stubbornly. There's got to be reason and I want Zayn to tell me. Something had happened to change my location again.
                          
"I have strict orders to bring you home." he muttered, his eyelids look drowsy.
                          
I sighed gripping the door as I lean on it, "Which home?" my eyebrow quirked.
                          
"Back to London. Are you really that stupid or only acting? He doesn't want you anymore. If he would come back, he would have been here by now." he calmly told me like he didn't just teared my heart apart. Shock consumed my entire being.
                          
"What are you saying?" I muttered hotly. He eyed me pitifully with a look that meant just one thing.
                          
He left me.