Chapter 30

2 weeks later

Perrie POV

“I don’t want you to go,” I say as I nuzzle my head into his neck while we cuddle in bed. He’s going to America today and I’m going to miss him so much. This time it’s for one month while they tour over there. I’ve spent the last two weeks with Zayn and I don’t want him to go.

“I have to,” he says as he runs his hands through my hair. “But it’s gonna be alright. You’ll be busy recording with the girls. You won’t even notice I’m not here.”

“Don’t be stupid Zayn,” I say, resting my had on his chest, “I’ll have to find someone else to cuddle me in bed,” I joke.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he says and playfully pulls me on top of him and kisses me. I hear Zayn’s phone ring vibrate and he breaks away from me to look at it. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” he says.

“What?” I ask.

“It’s Richard. We haven’t done our paparazzi shot yet so he’s called them to be outside the house when I leave,” Zayn says with annoyance in his voice.

“Well we knew it would have to happen at some stage,” I remind him.

“I just don’t want it to be when I’m saying good bye to you,” Zayn says getting up out of bed.

“Nooooooo,” I complain, “Come back.”

“We need to get ready,” Zayn says and I slowly get out of the bed and look out the window.

“Oh wow. The paps are already here,” I say, noticing more cars than usual parked outside of Zayn’s house.  Zayn didn’t say anything and just shut himself in the bathroom and turned on the shower. I knew he didn’t like the paparazzi but I didn’t think he’d react like this. I don’t like being followed by a camera but I understand its part of the job, Zayn thinks otherwise.

I walk over to Zayn’s wardrobe where some of my stuff it but I have hardly anything here. I pick out my light blue jeans, pink top and my leather jacket and start getting dressed. By the time I’m dressed Zayn walks out of the bathroom in a towel. He pecks my lips before saying, “Sorry for being grumpy.”

He walks over to the wardrobe and picks out his black jeans, blue top and denim jacket. “No. Where this,” I say picking out the white t-shirt that shows off his abs. He takes it out of my hand before slipping it on over his head.

“Better?” he asks, smiling.

“Much,” I say and lean in to kiss him. “Aren’t you going to shave?” I ask, feeling the bristles on his face.

“Nope. You like my stubble and I’m definitely not shaving for the paparazzi,” he says. I walk into the bathroom and look into the mirror.

“Oh god. My hair looks gross,” I exclaim, desperately trying to sort it out.

“I can imagine all the headlines now, saying ‘Perrie Edwards has gross hair… oh yeah and she’s going out with Zayn’” he says while laughing.

“Shut up,” I say, walking out of the bathroom having tied my hair up scruffily.

“I’m making us breakfast,” Zayn says and he walks out of the room to go downstairs.

As I sit and put some make up I can’t stop thinking about how much I’m going to miss him. I’ll miss his laugh and his smile and the way he always cheers me up. He’s right though, I will be busy with the girls and hopefully they can take my mind off of him. My thoughts are interrupted by the smell of bacon from downstairs. I apply the finishing touches of my make up before making my way downstairs. “Zaaaayn. It smells so good,” I say as I enter the kitchen. I walk up behind him and rap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back.

He turns around and kisses the top of my head, saying, “Go get some glasses babe.” I make my way over to the cupboard and I pour us a drink each while Zayn lays the breakfast and plates on the table.

After we’ve eaten our breakfast there is a knock at the door.

“I swear to god if that is the paps I’m gonna flip,” Zayn says, making his way to the door.

“Zayn don’t do anything stupid,” I say and follow him out. He opens the door and there are some guys at the door.

“Oh my god. What are you guys doing here?” Zayn asks, excited as he hugs them all.

“Heard you were jetting off today so came to say goodbye before you left. Oh and there was a scooter and the bottom of the steps,” One of the boys says.

“Huh?” Zayn asks and turns around to look at me with confused eyes. “Oh sorry, this is my girlfriend, Perrie,” Zayn says, “Perrie these are my mates from Bradford.”

“Cool it’s nice to meet you,” I say, “What is this scooter?” Zayn walks down the steps and rips off a note that has been left on the scooter. He walks back up and shows it to me, it reads, ‘Hi guys, maybe ride this around for a bit in front of the paparazzi. I’m sorry about this, it’ll be the last time. Richard.’

“How come there are so many paparazzi outside?” One of Zayn’s friends asks.

“Doesn’t matter. Anyway I’m gonna grab my suitcase, do you guys wanna come in? Perrie will get you a drink,” Zayn tells the boys.

“Yeah come in the kitchen,” I say shutting the door behind them as they walk in. “So what are your names?” I say once we are in the kitchen and Zayn is upstairs.

“I’m Anthony. This is Alex, Danny and Leo,” Anthony tells me as I pour them a drink.

“We’ve all heard lots about you,” Danny says as I pass him the drink.

“Oh god,” I say getting visibly embarrassed.

“Don’t worry it was nothing bad,” he reassures me, “How’s Little Mix going?”

“Yeah it’s good. We’re just recording and stuff at the moment,” I tell them.

“Ooo exciting,” Leo says before Zayn re-enters the room.

“Do you guys wanna hang outside for a bit? The car is nearly here to take me to the airport,” Zayn says as he walks over to me and puts his arm round my shoulder and leads me out of the house.

We make our way down the steps and Zayn grabs the scooter. The paparazzi start to get out of their car and start snapping their cameras in our direction. Zayn notices that I’m getting a bit scared and grips my hand tightly. “Come on babe,” he says, indicating for me to get on the scooter. I step on it and he steps on behind me and wraps his body around mine while we grip the handle bar. “Just smile,” Zayn says stiffly as we start moving around the car park.

As we get back to our original position I jump off and Zayn offers the scooter to Alex. “You okay?” Zayn asks me.

“Not really. I’m nervous and I don’t want it to be like this Zayn,” I tell him, “I’m going to miss you and I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t want them to take any more pictures.”

“Let’s just give them what they want and then I’ll ask them to leave okay?” Zayn asks and I nod in agreement. He plays with my hands as I look into his eyes. I know nothing will change when everyone knows about us. It doesn’t matter if I get hate because I’ll know that I get to look into those eyes. He leans in and kisses me gently as the camera flashes go crazy. As we separate Zayn get’s out a cigarette from his pocket.

“Please don’t Zayn,” I complain as he starts smoking.

“I need to Perrie, I’m getting stressed. I need them to leave,” he says as I wrap my arms around his waste.

“Come on guys. Leave them alone now,” Danny says, “You’ve got your pictures, and now just let them say goodbye ok?”

The paparazzi were unusually nice about it. They saw that we were uncomfortable and they got in their cars and drove away, leaving me and Zayn to say our goodbyes.

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Wow. 30th chapter. That went quick.

I'm going out tonight so am uploading a bit earlier. I won't be updating tomorrow but I may on Sunday, who knows.

Anyway I'm not gonna do the whole 'Zerrie saying goodbye thing' I'll leave that to your imagination.

This was a tricky chapter as I had to stick to the pictures but I hope you enjoyed it.

Don't really know what to write next now... Don't worry, I'll think of something.