CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the empty side of the bed and my phone ringing nonstop.

“Ayita” I called out but no one was responding and that was when my eyes caught the piece of paper that was peeking out of my pillow.

Grabbing the paper, I tore it open and i could see

Ayita’s handwriting all over it.

“Dear zayn,

Once again I am sending you a latter and leaving you wondering to yourself where you went wrong and how much of a fucker I am. I know you hate me now or probably wish the worst for me but I didn't meet you because I wanted you back, I just didn’t want to leave without meeting you and having the feeling of you inside of me. Like I said before we have nothing in common and i don’t want to be seen always with you but it was worth the while, I hope you live a good life zayn and stop sucking up to people who has left you, it only makes you look more desperate than you should be and it doesn’t say good about you.

The sex was great and everything but this is where we p