Chapter 50

This will be the penultimate chapter (2nd to last)

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5 weeks later

Perrie POV

"So should we go out tonight?" Zayn asks as I unpack the boxes of clothes into the newly erected chest of drawers. We finally moved into our new house yesterday and I still can't get over the fact that this house is 'ours'. I can't believe this has all gone so quickly.

At times I think maybe it's going too quickly but with the amount of time we spend apart, if we;re ever going to spend any time together, we need to live together.

"So?" Zayn says, breaking me from my thoughts as he requested an answer to his question.

"Yeah, sure. Where did you have in mind?" I ask, continuing to neatly fold the clothes and place them into a drawer. Both Zayn and I are very messy so I know this won't stay in a tidy state for long.

"We could go to Nobu," he suggests and I look up at him, confused.

"That's fancy," I point out. We don't usually go for the posh eateries. It's usually Nandos. And Nobu is very posh, and Japanese food.

"I want it to be special," he says and he seems slightly on edge following my reply. What is he up to?

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"Are you ready to go?" Zayn shouts up the stairs, making me jump slightly.

As I finish applying the last touches of eyeliner, I shout back, "Coming!"

I quickly get to my feet and pick up my bag from the bed and make my way downstairs.

While I've been unpacking the stuff in the bedroom, Zayn has been putting up pictures in the hallway. He's the artistic one so it does look lovely, obviously.

"Hey," O say as I catch Zayn's eye.

"Let's go, our table is waiting," he says. He's been on edge all day and I don't know what's wrong with him. He's never been one to worry if people were waiting for him or to worry if we were late. I won't mention it though.

He clasps my hand in his as he gives me a reassuring smile, noticing the the look on my face as I think about how he's acting. He leads me to his car and opens the door for me. At the beginning of our relationship he did this for me, opening doors and being polite. Obviously it's nice to be treated like a princess, but I can't help thinking, why now?"

"Is everything ok?" I finally ask as we make our way to the restaurant.

"Yep, why wouldn't it be?" He says and rests his hand on my lap while the other hand holds the steering wheel.

"Oh nothing. Just fancy restaurant and stuff. It's different. Just making sure you;re ok," I say, explaining my concerns.

"Do you not want to go or something?"  he says, slightly offended.

"No, of course I do," I say, not carrying on this conversation any longer.

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"I ordered the set menu in advance. I hope you don't mind," Zayn says as the waiter leaves to get our drinks. "I just didn't think you'd be able to chose," he says and chuckles. 

"You're right, I wouldn't," I say and lean over to plant a light kiss on his lips. I know I was being ungrateful before but this restaurant is lovely and Zayn's obviously made an effort to make this all perfect.

"Your food ma'am," the waiter says as he places down a plate of sushi in front of me. It wasn't your regular tesco sushi. Laid out with so much effort.

As the waiter walks away I say quietly, "I've never really got why they present the food like this." Referring to the fact that the food on the plate is about ten times smaller than the actual plate.

"It's art, Pezz," Zayn says, giggling at what he obviously thought was a silly comment.

I pick up the first piece of sushi with my chopsticks but I just can't get hold of it. It's too slippy.

"Just use a fork you geek," Zayn jokes playfully, laughing at me struggling to control the sushi.

"No, everyone else is eating it like this," I say, looking around the restaurants as everyone ate their sushi. They were probably the poshest people I've ever seen.

"Ok, let me feed you," Zayn says as he takes the chopsticks from me. He slowly picks up the first piece and, while he's no expert, he's much better than I am. As Zayn moves the sushi towards me I open my mouth. At the last second the sushi falls out of his grasp and falls right onto my lap.

I let out a squeal and it comes out a lot louder than I expect, causing everyone to turn and look at me and Zayn as we crack up into laughter over how useless we are.

"Zayn, it's all over me," I say though my laughter. The rice from the sushi was spread across my dress, with the soy sauce making a small stain.

"I'm sorry," he says, still laughing into his hands.

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"So how's the album going?" I ask. We've both been very busy in the studio recording over the last few weeks. The Little Mix album is getting its final touches with the cover and everything. We had to write thank you's in the back and I wrote one for Zayn. I think he'll be surprised when the album comes out and he sees it because I haven't even hinted at it yet.

"We're going back into the studio tomorrow to finish recording but the album is pretty much there, he explains. "But um, I did actually bring you here for a reason," he says, rubbing his palms nervously.

I nod, indicating for him to continue.

"Well um, I don't really know how to do this. I know we haven't been together for long but I really do love you. I've loved every moment we've spent together and I just want it to last forever," he says, slowly and well rehearsed. He stands up from his seat and fumbles around in his pocket. 

"Zayn stop," I say, realising what he's doing.

"What?" he says, shocked as I cut him short. He gets his hand out of his pocket to reveal a small box.

"Zayn, please sit down," I say, trying my hardest not to be rude or ungrateful. "I love you more than anything in the world but you haven't thought this through," I say, placing my hand on his as he sits back down, looking dejected and upset. "I swear I want to marry you one day, but we're 19. You're away for most of next year and we'll barely see each other. This isn't good timing."

"Fine," he says, moving his hand away from mine.

"Please don't be angry. I love you but please, give me time," I say, reaching for his hand again but he just moves it further away.

"Let's just get out of here," he says sternly, standing up and throwing his napkin agrily onto the table.

"Zayn, come on. Let's just finish the food," I say, looking up at him in confusion as to why he's reacting so strongly.

"I'm going now. If you want a lift, you're coming too," he says and I know he isn't messing around, he really would leave without me.

"Ok, ok," I say, getting out of my seat, "what about paying?"

"It's pre paid," he says and turns to leave, walking in front of me and I'm forced to walk fast to keep up.

He marches out of restaurant and jumps into the drivers side of the car, leaving me to scurry round as he turns the engine on and starts moving slowly before I can get in.

"Zayn, what the fuck?" I say as I throw myself ungracefully into the moving car and shutting the door behind me. "Why are you over reacting? I didn't say I didn't love you. I said I wasn't ready. And you're not ready either. We don't want a 3 or 4 year engagement before we even have the time to think about getting married."

He continues to ignore me as he has his eyes glued to the road in front, grasping the wheel tight in anger as he drives fast.

"Zayn, talk to me. You can't do this," I complain, my whole body turning to face him.

"Can't do what? What did I do wrong?" he asks.

"Reacted like this. You asked me a yes or no question, didn't get the answer you wanted and now you've ruined a perfectly good evening and gotten us into an argument," I say as we reach a set of traffic lights and come to a stand still.

"I'm so sorry for telling you I love you. I'm so sorry for wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. But don't worry, none of that is the case any more," he says, still keeping his eyes on the road and avoiding any sort of eye contact with me.

"What?" I ask as the lights change and we start to drive again. "Are you breaking up with me?" I ask, starting to feel my eyes well up. This can't be happening. Not now. Not like this.

"I don't see how we can go forward in this relationship when you can't even make a commitment to me," he says, more calmly now, which makes me worry that this isn't just a spur of the moment thing he's said.

"We've just moved in together. That's a commitment. My commitment to you is that you're my boyfriend. I'll never cheat on you and I'll always love you and support you. That's my fucking commitment."

He stays silent and anger now sweeps over me. Anger towards him and what he's saying. The fact that he doesn't think of our relationship as committed. "And don't talk to me about commitment. Maybe you should stop cheating on me before you vow to spend the rest of your life with me," I say, slowly but confidently, and loud enough for him to hear me.

"How dare you?" he says, finally turning to face me. "How can you even fucking say that when you know it's not true? Don't you dare make this my fault," he shouts at me.

"ZAYN!!! STOP!!!" I scream as a bright light blinds us.

*CRASH*

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