Jamie’s POV
This was taking way to long for a line to get onto a freaking plane. The other girls were up the line, way up the line. Like, they are checking in and walking towards the plane while I'm stuck at least ten meters away. I chose to be this far away, so I wouldn’t have to deal with Amelie or shout at her.
I was going to be sitting next to Codie on the plane, if I ever got there. Apart from that, I might need time to think. About how much I want to rip Zayn and Amelie’s heads off right now. He doesn’t trust me, so I don't think I should trust him. that’s if we are even still together… I felt my phone buzz at the result of some miracle, so I got the thing out of my pocket.
From; Tinkerbelle:
Still in a bad mood?
I looked at where she was, going through the gateway to get to the plane. She was waving and smiling like a lunatic. I shook my head.
To; Tinkerbelle:
Yep, but you are slowly changing that with your idiotic face lol
I saw as she got the message, and she sent me another one.
From; Tinkerbelle:
I'm going on an adventure! C u on the plane!
When I looked at her again, she was skipping off and flailing her arms around as she left. God damn she can be weird.
To; Tinkerbelle:
C u then
I put my phone away, waiting in the line as it moved slowly. “STOP!” I heard a random voice shout. Seriously dude, if you’re yelling after a girl, she’s leaving. She isn’t going to stop for you, so just let it go dude, let it go. Just let it go like Elsa had let it go.
“HEY! STOP!” he shouted again, I shook my head. Poor guy, you are going to be forever alone. Please, for the sake of everyone here, let it go.
“JAMIE!!! STOP!!” well, that is a coincidence, that poor other Jamie. Did I even think for a second that it would be my so called ‘boyfriend’? No. He thinks I'm a cheater. He thinks I'm a hypocrite, lying bitch and a selfish f*cken ‘blank’. I didn’t even get to hear the end of that one. How depressing. The voice was getting closer and closer, so they must have been in my line. Well, that makes the same name thing even weirder.
“JAMIE GREY!!” the voice shouted again. Wow, even creepier, she has the same last name as me. Seriously, he must have done something bad for her to not even acknowledge the fact that he was shouting for her.
“JAMIE ALEXIS GREY!! PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP YOUR ASS!!!” that makes it even creepier. Same full name. Wow, that bastard must have done something bad. “Jamie please-” a hand grabbed my shoulder. “-stop.”
I am probably just turning into a dying fish that’s out of water with the amount my limbs were all around the place, trying to get whoever the hell was grabbing me off of me. “What the f*ck dude! I don't know who the hell you are!” I shouted as I accidentally punched his face. “Oh my god I am so sorry.” I managed to say. As the guy stood up again. Then I registered who it was.
“I am so not sorry anymore. Suddenly the amount of f*cks I give went out the window.” I took back my statement from before as Zayn grabbed his nose. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone so sharp I could have cut him.
“I'm sorry.” He said, not letting go of his nose.
“Oh come on, it can’t hurt that bad. I didn’t hit you that hard.” I told him.
“Did you even hear me say sorry?” he asked.
“Yes, yes I did. And you should be damn well sorry. You f*cked up big time.” I told him as he pulled me out of the line.
“I know I should have talked to you, before I jumped to conclusions. I shouldn't have thought the worst of you, I really shouldn't. But I did, because I was… I was so scared.” He bit his lip after he said it.
“Scared of what Zayn?” he didn’t answer, so I asked a different question. “Why would you even believe her over me?” I asked.
“I don't even know why, but what would you do if Amelie had told you that I was cheating on you?” did he just throw this back on me? I think he just did. How dare he?
“Well, to start off with, I would have made sure she had some sort of suitable evidence. After that, I would have called you and asked what the hell was going on. I trusted you enough for that. If you told me you weren’t cheating I would believe you.” I said. “But trust is too hard to ask for, isn’t it?” I asked. Turning around to try and get back into the line, but the people had somehow disappeared. He grabbed my wrist again, and I reluctantly turned to face him.
“Jamie…” he pleaded.
“Why would you believe her over me?” I asked again. “Why didn’t you trust me? I told you how things ended between him and me. I thought you understood, but I guess not.” I snapped.
“I do understand.” He said as I started to turn away again. “I don't have a clue why I had believed her, but I did. I suppose it was because she had photos of the notes, of the flowers and the chocolates and that… teddy bear, which was weird, but anyway. I just followed her lead and thought that you had betrayed our trust, but I suppose that was me who did that. Not you.”
“No kidding.” I said bluntly.
“Jamie, I do trust you. I want you to know that.” he told me.
“Well that’s nice, but do you want to know what hurt more than that?” I asked.
“What?” I shook my head at his response, it’s like he had no memory of what happened last night. Or would it be this morning…
“I would have been fine if you had let it go as soon as I told you what happened. But you lit a cigarette in front of me. You did it to piss me off. You know what, I might have been fine with that too.” I admitted.
“I'm sorry.” I shook my head again.
“But then you blew the smoke in my face.” I told him. “And then you called me a hypocrite. And then a lying bitch. And I don't want to know what you were going to call me last. That’s what hurt the most.” I told him, staring straight into his eyes.
“I-”
“Don't you say ‘I'm sorry’. I get the point. I'm just not in the right mood to hear it. I don't think I ever will be.” I admitted. Shaking my wrist from his grip, holding my own arms I stood there. Feeling, and probably looking, vulnerable to anything he could do.
“Babe-”
“Don't even start with the sweet shit.” I told him, feeling tears start to sting my eyes. “I have a plane to catch.” I informed him, turning around and seeing a plane leaving.
“Um, I think its leaving.” Zayn told me sheepishly.
“What do you mean it’s leaving?” I nearly shouted.
“That’s your plane. You know it’s, going to fly away.” He brought his hands up to his sides and made it look like he was a bee. I swear I could see Codie in one of those windows…
“This is all your fault!” I shouted. “I should be on that plane so I can spend Christmas with my family. Well, that’s not going to happen now is it?” I snapped at him.
“Well, I wasn’t going to let you leave when we have to talk.” He told me.
“We have nothing to talk about, because we have just discussed it.” I stated, watching as the plane left. “Now Codie will be sitting by herself on the plane ride back home again. Feeling guilty now?” I asked.
“I already do. But we can’t leave this, we cannot leave it. If we do, it’ll get out of hand.” He said.
“And it isn’t already?” I questioned, looking at my feet. He stayed silent, like he was thinking of something to say.
“Jamie, I…” he trailed off. “You say you trust me, but you never tell me anything. You never told me he was texting you, or that he was sending stuff to you. Hell, I don't even know what his name is. But I don't really know anything about you that your friends don't tell me. I didn’t know what your tattoo was until I saw it. I didn’t know you even had one.” He said.
“I know.” I responded quietly. He had a point, and it was one that I couldn’t deny. I don't really trust anyone, apart from Codie, to tell everything too. Maybe I should change that, for the better.
“This trust thing works both ways. You need to be able to tell me everything, and I need to be able to tell you everything. No matter what happens, we should both know what the hell is going on in each other’s lives.” He spoke the truth. Great, I thought it would be time for an awkward silence.
“It’s my fault, I am so sorry.” I blurted out. “I should have just told you straight away, I-”
“Babe, shh.” He cut me off, pushing all of the hair that had fallen in front of my face behind my ear. There was no hiding from him now. “It’s not just your fault. It’s both of ours. We should’ve both trusted each other more.” He said. “You should’ve trusted me enough to tell me.” he stated.
“You should have trusted me enough to not accuse me of cheating.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at my point.
“I shouldn't have trusted Amelie with her so called ‘evidence’.” He added.
“And you should have trusted my judgement when I say ‘don't you dare light that’.” I say.
“And you should trust me when I say that ‘I will try my best not to ever again’.” He told me.
“And you should trust me when I say that ‘I will kill you if you do’.” I smiled as I said it. He sighed and I felt the movement of air on my face.
“Let’s just trust each other in general.” He moved closer towards me and hugged me around the waist as I buried my face into his jumper. I gripped onto it like it was the only thing keeping me alive, and I breathed in his scent. It was musky, and wet. Well, he was wet. I mean, from the rain. Oh this train of thought is cry worthy.
Let’s change thoughts now. Well, I'm holding onto his jumper- oh crap, my bag is on the plane. My jumper was in my bag. God damn it. I loved that jumper…
He kissed my forehead, completely unaware of what I was thinking about.
“Jamie, I…” he started off again, sounding like he was going to say the three words I was dying to hear. He sighed before he continued. “I really really really really really really like you.” Well, those 9 words would have to do for now.
“Well, I would hope so. We’ve been going out for three-ish months.” I replied, my voice sounding muffled from the fact I was accidentally eating his jumper while I talked. I laughed as I realised what I did.
“What?” he asked as he heard my laughing.
“I'm just eating your jumper as I talk. Om nom nom, very delicious.” I said the last part sarcastically.
“Well, of course it’s delicious, its mine.” He responded. “Now, I know I probably came in a bit late to stop you from putting your luggage on. So you don't have any clothes, do you?”
“Nope.” I answered. “Well, apart from what I'm wearing.” I added.
“Well then. You are going to be cold when we get outside.” He told me. I looked out the window.
“Damn, it’s raining still.” I stated randomly, like it was some form of surprise.
“Well, someone is going to need my jumper.” He let go of me and I took a step back as he took his jumper off, his shirt lifting up. I sighed in content as I looked at his abs, and his v line. Mmm, v line. The next thing I knew a jumper was thrown at my face.
“God shitting hell.” I swore. Well, that had scared me a little teeny tiny bit, okay?
“I saw you staring.” He told me. Shit.
“Pfft, I wasn’t staring. I was admiring.” I corrected him.
“Because there is such a difference?” he mocked me.
“Yes, because one is creepy and the other is creepier.” I answered.
“Okay, so which one is which?” crap, now I have to come up with an answer.
“Well, you see, you don't want to know the answer.” I said as I put his jumper on. When I looked at him again, he was staring at what must have been bare stomach while I was putting the jumper on. It wasn’t bare anymore. “I saw you staring.” I said straight away.
“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring.” I almost punched him at how ridiculous he sounded when he said it.
“So, I don't know where we stand anymore… so how will we do this? Pick it up where we left off?” I asked, talking about our relationship.
“Well… why not?” he answered. He put an arm over my shoulders and pulled me against him as we walked away from the boarding gates.
“Uh, why didn’t we just buy me a jumper?” I asked.
“Do you have money on you?” he asked me.
“No, I didn’t think I would need it.” I answered. “Don't you? You always have money on you.”
“Yeah, I have two dollars, that’s not gonna buy you a jumper.” He told me.
“That makes sense.” I said, letting my head fall against him as we walked. We got to what I was hoping was his car, and he opened the door for me. “Well thank you kind sir.” I said in a British accent.
“That’s okay mate.” He responded in an Australian accent, making me laugh.
“Don't ever do that again. You can’t pull it off.” I told him. To some people, our accents sound similar. To us, they are completely different, and Zayn should never attempt that again. As we drove off, I realised that my hand was in Zayn’s as we drove off. A bigger smile than seen on my face for a long time, was visible on me.
This was the best I have felt in a long time.

Notes

A/N:
So guysssss…
Are you happy now? You should be, because I am. I mean, I'm always because I know what's going to happen and how this is going to end.
Hehe.
Bye minions.
Beklet.