"What wer eyou thinking!?" Zayn sat me down on a chair and waved his hands in my face before running them though his hair. He let out a frustrated sigh. "You can't be in a relationship with a human! It' not fathomable! If you end up falling for him, and marry him, what are you going to tel him when you never age?! He's gonna be Ninety-six and you'll be the same age you are now!" I hung my head.
"I'm sorry." I muttered. He began to pace back and forth.
"God! What am I going to do with you!" He fumed.
"I don't know."
"I honestly don't know how to deal with you! You probably don't even realize you have tattoos on earth!" My head snapped up.
"Tattoos?"
"Yeah. Where do you think your wings go?" He pulled an envelope out of mid-air.
" thought they just-"
"No. This is what yours look like." I looked at the picture, recognizing the person as me.
"But, I never-"
"No, of course not. Duh. Oh, you look cute today." He complemented my outfit. I come up every Sunday, to visit him and tell him news on Perry. We like to refer to it as church, cause that's my excuse to Perry and the boys, 'I'm going to church.'
"Thanks, you look mighty fine yourself." We laughed at my silliness, then his humor vanished.
"You need to cut it off with Liam."
"Umm. What?"
"Break his heart." Zayn smiled.
"No."
"Yeah!" he smiled wider. "Break his heart, dump him!" He clapped his hands.
"I will not-"
"Oh you will." He looked me in the eye. His brown orbs seemed to be on fire, the pure confidence radiating from his body. "You will crush poor little Liam's heart faster than I can smash your lifeline. And believe me, I will." He spun on his heal. "Sometime this week would be nice. See you next Sunday for 'church'." His semi-evil chuckle echoed off the white walls surrounding me.