Jamie’s POV (time skip to like… September or some shit. Just much much later in the year. In Australia and in Jamie’s apartment because she moved out of the house that her and Amelie were renting because they never really got over the thing from a while ago about Amelie accusing Jamie of cheating. Yeah.)
I came up behind Zayn, and looked over his shoulder at the plate that was in front of him. It had bacon, eggs and toast. Did I mention bacon? “Good morning lovely.” I said before I reached over his shoulder and grabbed a piece. “Yoink.”
“And what makes you think you can steal my bacon?” Zayn asked.
“Well, you see, I am more superior than you.” I responded, taking a bite of the bacon and chewing it carefully and savouring the taste.
“No your not.” He responded bluntly before picking up a bit of bacon and also eating it.
“That hurt deeply.” I said before I changed to an Old English accent. “You have indelibly etched the pain of that line into my one inaccessible heart that you have gained entry to through your doting. You have turned our once happy story into a tragic comedy due to your extreme ultracrepidarian behaviour.” I said, surprising myself with all the big words that I don't remember the meanings to in that sentence.
“Since when did you speak English so well?” he asked me, sounding as surprised as I am.
“I have no idea.” I responded truthfully before I grabbed another piece of bacon and walked into the lounge room, he was following close behind.
“Right, well in that case I want my bacon back.” Zayn protested, thinking that the protest was going to work.
“Bullshit you’re gonna get it back.” I said sassily, finishing the piece off easily. “You know what you are gonna do though?” I asked him.
“What would that be?” he asked me.
“You could get me a hot chocolate.” I said nicely. “Please.” I added on the end.
“Why should I?” Zayn asked.
“Uh, my apartment my rules.” I stated, smiling at him like a lunatic.
“Fine, but you better not steal my bacon again.” He said, pointing a threatening finger at me.
“You better not come in here smelling like cigarettes again.” I snapped probably in the complete wrong tone. Judging from the pissed off face Zayn has on, I'm guessing that it was the wrong tone.
“Sorry Jamie, but I have been trying extremely hard.” He responded, sounding pissed off. Well damn, this is bad.
“I know, I didn’t mean to say it in that tone. Sorry.” I apologised, looking into his eyes and being completely sincere.
“Bullshit.” He stated, not believing me.
“What do you mean ‘bullshit’? I am sorry Zayn.” I said very truthfully, not leaving his eyes the entire time. His eye contact broke with mine. He looked away. “Zain Javaad Malik, what’s wrong?” I asked him, knowing that this wasn’t one of our normal arguments. This one felt different. Its going to end differently than the others, and I can tell before it even begins.
“Jamie, what if we aren’t for each other?” he asked randomly. Since when did we ever question compatibility?
“What do you mean?” I said a little angrily. This was actually pissing me off and I don't know why. I think it was more out of annoyance than anything else I suppose.
“I mean what if we aren’t supposed to be together. We have barely seen eachother over the past few months. The last time I saw you was three months ago in Paris Jamie. I came here for the weekend and then I have to go for another two months. I won’t see you in that time unless you surprise me like you did in Paris, and I don't want you to have to wait for me all the time.” Zayn said.
“Oh my god, I don't care if I have to wait if it’s for you. Zayn, I need you and I need to know that you won’t give up on us.” I stated.
“How do I know that you don't lose faith in me overtime? How do I know that you haven’t already?” he asked.
“Because I don't want anyone else but you.” I answered. No matter what happens, please don't leave me Zayn. Stay with me.
“Jamie, tell me you don't question my actions when I turn up in the news. Do it.” He instructed me.
“I don't question your actions.” I said almost too easily, looking him straight in the eyes my eyesight never wavering. It was the truth. Whenever he came up in the news for supposedly ‘sleeping with a model’ I ignore it. I ignore it because I know that he doesn’t like how skinny models are, he likes having something other skin and bone to hold. He likes having me to hold and I like to be held by him. Even when I was with Anthony I didn’t feel anything like this. I don't want anyone but Zayn…
I hoped he didn’t want anyone other than me.
“Your starting to though, aren’t you?” he asked, I responded by giving him a confused face.
“What are you doing Zayn?” I asked him, questioning this action in particular.
“I'm trying to get the truth from you.” He stated bluntly.
“This isn’t truth, your trying to force words into my mouth.” I'm not going to fall for this trick of his.
“No I'm not. You wanna know something? I don't think we are compatible.” I rolled my eyes at his statement.
“Give me five good reasons why.” I told him.
“You’ve hit me in the head with a hairdryer.” I almost laughed at how he thought that was a good reason. “You won’t support me and my smoking-”
“Zayn, they are both shit reasons. And why would I support you smoking? Its going to kill you in the long run. You should be happy I support you quitting which good girlfriends do. Bad girlfriends support smoking.” I said.
“Bad girlfriends also hit their boyfriend in the head with a hairdryer.” He added.
“Bad boyfriends show up in the bathroom while the ‘bad girlfriend’ is only wearing a towel and says creepy things behind them!” I shouted, annoyed with the fact that he would use that against me since he was the reason behind it happening.
“Bad girlfriends also kill their boyfriends in laser skirmish!” you have got to be kidding me. if I wasn’t so annoyed I would be laughing at how ridiculous this is. Hang on a second…
“We weren’t even together when that happened! You had also pissed me off from the fact that you didn’t shut up when you should have!” god this was ridiculous. This ‘fight’ shouldn't even be happening. Believe me when I say this is stupid.
“You don't even listen to my music!” he pointed out.
“That hasn’t been a problem before! You like that about me because it means that I love you for you and not because your famous! I like you and your band as people but not in the music industry.” I pointed out and used his liking for my hatred of One Direction against him. He always said that it gave him piece of mind because I was with him for him and not for the fact he was famous and rich as shit.
“But I just realised that I produce the music!” he shouted. Raising one eyebrow at him I gave him a ‘really?’ look.
“And I applaud you for that because I would never be able to that, but I apologise that I'm not one of your fangirls and instead I'm your girlfriend.” I snapped practically going to walk away so we could be okay by tomorrow. Because we would be. These arguments happen all the time over the phone, it’s similar to that right?
“What if I wanted someone that knew all the words to my songs?” he asked me. I didn’t even respond, just looked blankly at him and tried not to cry. He must have really thought about this.
“Then go and choose one of your stupid fangirls, you would much prefer that wouldn’t you?” I spat out, knowing very well that would be taken to heart.
“What?!” he shouted.
“Well, you keep saying that you want someone who knows all the words to all your songs and appreciates the music you help produce and sing. That leads to only one group of people in the world. Your fangirls.” I stated, seeing his face turn into a look of hurt. Good, that’ll teach him.
“Jamie I didn’t mean it like tha-”
“I don't care, that’s how you’re coming across my friend.” I said slowly with my hands in my pockets, closing my body off to his. He must only just be realising what he was doing and what was happening.
“Babe, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened I just-”
“Shut up Zayn, I know exactly what you think now. Maybe we aren’t made for each other like your thinking. Maybe we aren’t ‘compatible’. You know, I thought we balanced each other out. You keep me in reality and I help you stay away from smokes. How stupid was I?” I asked him, laughing half-heartedly.
“Jamie-”
“So Zayn… is it going to be the things you want like the smokes and your dumb-ass fangirls or the stupid girl who thought that she had found the one for her but was obviously wrong?” I asked him, and I watched as his eyes welled up with tears as he shook his head.
“I shouldn't have to choose.” He said in a near-whisper.
“I shouldn't have to be telling you to choose.” I responded quickly, watching his every little move. From the little finger twitch to his shaking head. He turned around and looked at the door. “And so the stupid girl is left alone like she always is, is that right?” I asked him. He looked at me as he stood at the door.
“The stupid girl isn’t actually stupid, it’s the boy that’s stupid. Goodbye Jamie, hope you have a good life.” Those were his last words to me before he closed the door and I broke down by myself as the realisation of what happened hit me. I'm single again…
Well shit.
Okay, so I can’t go to Codie’s house because that is surely where Zayn would be going. Amelie is a no go. Elysse would probably laugh at me. Clarisse would definitely be with Liam. Well, I have my family members.
Ronan is probably at work right now… or taking care of his kids. Dad has got to be busy. Mums probably busy too.
Double shit.

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