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C'mon C'mon

Chapter 20

Kat’s P.O.V
Avoiding Zayn for two weeks was not easy. He called and sent me messages every single day. I had to give him credit for not giving up. The only reason I managed to avoid him was because I started working more and running on a daily basis (again). If he ever stopped by the apartment to plead his case I wasn’t there. In the back of my head I knew that eventually I had to talk to him. We couldn’t just leave things in a murky gray area of not knowing forever. It had to be understood between the both of us that we are no more. DONE. Because we are done. I do not stay in a relationship with a guy after he cheats. It’s practically an invitation for him to do it again and again. This is what I tried to explain to Sammy every time she pestered me.
“Just hear me out,” Sammy pleaded blocking my path to the kitchen. She knew I was desperately hungry and was taking advantage of it. The girl knew my weaknesses.
“Okay.” I agreed annoyed. At this point I would do anything for some food. Even if that meant that I had to talk to my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. It’s easier to just rip the Band-Aid right off instead of peeling it piece by piece.
“Talk to him. Maybe he was actually telling the truth.” She took a small step back so that she could look me in the eyes. Her chin was set and her arms were folded across her chest. She wore a dark gray camisole with white high-waisted shorts and black Nike Air Force shoes. Her blonde hair, now streaked with strands of red, was in a messy ponytail.
I folded my arms as well while mentally sizing her up. She was bigger than me in height, but my chest and butt gave me at least five more pounds. I could take her if I really wanted to. “She was there half-dressed and so was he. I didn’t have to strip down to help sober you up. Plus his track record speaks for itself. You told me about that.” I responded sounding overly done with the topic.
“Okay, first of all, his 'track record' is according to the media who come up with stories for sales. Secondly, he's British, they do everything differently!” Sammy defended. I gave her a look of disbelief. She sighed and rolled her eyes, “All I’m saying is that he sounded genuine when he begged me to let him in and according to Harry nothing actually happened.” I wasn’t convinced but I agreed to her explanations just to placate her. “Good, because I sent him a message from your phone and invited him over. He should be here soon.” Sammy announced in a rush before walking out of the door. I stared after her in pure shock. My mouth hung open and my eyes were bulging out of my head. She had tricked me.
Third Person P.O.V
Kat: You should come over so we can talk.
That was the message Zayn had been staring at all day it seemed. It was unexpected. He was beginning to think that all of his attempts were futile. As relieved as he was that Kat had finally replied to him, Zayn knew by her words that this talk wasn’t going to be pleasant. He had to convince her. She had to know the truth. Yet that was easier said than done.
His mind was running wild. As soon as he could get away from the lads he did. The only ones who seemed to know about his current relationship trouble or even care were Harry and Louis. Niall and Liam were out of the loop. None of that mattered right now though. Right now Zayn was trying to figure out what to say to Kat. He didn’t want to be cheesy or sappy, but he really needed her to listen. Kat was stubborn. When she had her mind set on something she liked to stick to it. Just let her be willing to listen today. Zayn thought to himself as he knocked on the door. It took a few minutes before Kat opened the door. She stepped aside allowing him in whilst wearing white stretch cotton shorts with small holes on the side and a hot pink camisole. Her hair was in a bun piled on top of her hair and her body still had a wet shine to it. Zayn knew she must have recently gotten out of the shower. Her warm vanilla scent drifted to his nostrils.
“Hey,” he spoke first breaking the tense silence.
“Hi,” Kat spoke stiffly as she led the way to the couch. They both took a seat leaving space in between them. She turned to face Zayn. “So…”
“So…” he mimicked not sure where to start.
“We need to talk.” Kat decided. Taking a deep breath she began to speak, but Zayn quickly cut her off. If he didn’t talk now he would never get the chance.
“I didn’t cheat on you.” He was blunt. It was best to get straight to the point. “We all went to the after party. I was leaving to come join you when Perrie came up to me. She was wrecked and I couldn’t just leave her there with more drunk people.” He began to explain.
Kat folded her arms tightly. “That doesn’t explain how she ended up in your suite half-dressed.” She reminded him blatantly.
Zayn sighed, “I took her there.” Kat’s mouth popped open audibly and anger darkened her eyes. “I didn’t know where her room was and she couldn’t remember so I decided to just let her sleep it off on the sofa.” He quickly added seeing the wheels turning in her brain.
“That’s why you didn’t show up at Sammy’s party?” She asked skeptically.
“When I was about to leave you messaged me.” He reminded her gently. Kat nodded looking down. Carefully Zayn moved closer to her. He lifted her chin with his finger looking into her eyes. “Do you believe me?” He ask hoping that she did.
Kat debated. She mentally weighed his eyes. What proof did she have that he had cheated on her? The fact that he and his ex-fiancee were nearly naked in the same room. “So, you're telling me that you took Perrie to your suite because she was drunk. I still don't understand how she ended up wearing only your shirt.” She pressed.
“She woke up hours later nearly sober and asked for something to sleep in.” He explained.
Kat blinked unfolding her arms and cocking her head. “If she was able to ask for something comfortable, then she could have gone to her own room.” Zayn blinked rapidly lost for words. Kat smirked knowingly. “You could have took her to her room, but you didn't.”
“I was half sleep. I wasn't thinking like that.” Zayn defended himself.
Kat shook her head, “Yeah because-”
He stood suddenly getting frustrated. “Just stop Kat.” He shook his head running a hand through his hair and muttering. “You don't trust me.” He stated. There was no doubt in his voice. Kat was quiet causing Zayn to look at her with dark knowing eyes. “I haven't given you a reason not to.”
She shrugged carelessly. “I have trust issues.” She spoke dismissively.
“Kat,” Zayn sighed moving towards her, but she held up her hand firmly.
“I've had bad experience after bad experience with cheaters who always claim that nothing happen. So imagine how I felt seeing my boyfriend and his ex-fiancee looking like they had spent the night rolling in the sheets.” Zayn stayed silent. Kat nodded her head. “Maybe I should have given you the benefit of doubt from the jump.” She spoke more so to herself than it was to him. “I guess I believe you, but I'm not apologizing.” Her voice held conviction. She felt bad for not trusting him when he had honestly given her no reason not to. Zayn had always been faithful to her, but he also knew that she was wary of being in a relationship. The fear of history repeating itself dominated her thoughts.
Zayn's eyebrows rose in curiosity. “You’re not apologizing.” He cocked his head slightly, “I didn't do anything wrong and you gave me hell.” He pointed out. Kat gave a sad smile, but she stayed silent. Zayn sighed and took a seat on the sofa. “You're so hard to figure out.”
Kat laughed lightly. “Um, no I’m not.” She rolled her eyes arrogantly. She didn’t realize Zayn was moving closer to her.
“I apologized and I didn’t do anything wrong.” He reminded her. “So you should definitely take a page out of my book.” Kat shook her head while a sly smile played at her lips. Zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed for her waist, but she moved quick. He saw her back as she raced to her room. He followed catching her just as she tried to close the door. He used his foot to stop it and forced his way inside. Kat let out a panicked squeal backing towards the wall.
“Okay Zayn let’s be rational about this. Does it really matter who was wrong?” She held up her hands as he stalked towards her. “I mean, we’re good now and that’s all that counts.” A hopeful smile spread across her lips as Zayn stopped in his steps. He wore a thoughtful expression causing Kat to sigh. When he shrugged she was sure there was no longer any danger, but she was wrong. With a deceiving smile Zayn grabbed her waist pulling her against his chest.
“I take my apologies in payments,” he joked before mashing his lips into hers. They both smiled into the kiss. They had missed each other more than either one of them would let on.



Lol I love Zayn in this! Its funny♥

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Update plz !!

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I updated!!!

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I'll be posting the sequel soon.
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Omg I love this story plz update!!!
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