Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 20

"You're the best mistake I've ever made." -Ariana Grande.

I couldn't sleep.

Knowing the Zayn would be back from America just got me on cloud nine. At the same time, I'm scared to see him. Because my apartment is so small, Eleanor is sleeping beside me quietly.

I catch myself looking at the time.

3 in the morning. He should be in London soon.

His flight left at midday.

I close my eyes and sigh before Eleanor stirs beside me and falls back to a sleep.

Grabbing my phone off the side table, I look back down at Eleanor and decide to text Zayn.

**Are you in London yet?

Before I get to send it, Eleanor grabs my phone and sits up, causing me to jolt from a fright.

"Jesus!"

"Stop texting him!" Eleanor says.

I pout at her and her face softens as she turns on the light.

She yawns tiredly as I play with hair on her head that's stubbornly sticking up.

"How long have you been awake?" Eleanor questions, eyes wincing from the brightness.

"A while." I murmur.

"You miss him?" Eleanor raises an eyebrow.

I nod sadly.

Eleanor sighs and hands my phone back. "I guess I could have been a dick to him when you guys first broke up. Not now." She shrugs.

"Thank you." I smile before sending it.

"You're not going to see him th- I mea. Goodnight. I'm going back to sleep." Eleanor smiles before laying back down and snuggling into her blankets.

I reach over and turn the lamp off as I wait for a reply.

"Rena?"

"Hmm?"

"Becareful. I'm always here for you." Eleanor says tiredly.

"Thanks El. I owe you and Lou so much."

Theres no reply back, but my phone vibrates and my eyes widen.

My heart is beating so much when I see it's from Zayn.

**Yeah I literally just got off the plane :)

I bite my lip as my excitement runs through my body.

Flinging my blankets off , I quickly shrug my pants off and grab the jeans I had put away. I'm not even going to bother changing my tank top.

"El?" I whisper.

She doesn't reply.

God she can fall asleep fast.

Walking out of the room, I take a quick look in the mirror and widen my eyes at the horrid look thats called my face.

I decide to throw my hair up in a knob before walking out, grabbing the keys, and a brownie and heading out onto the road.

It takes almost five minutes to get to the airport and I'm almost worried that I'm too late to see him.

As much as I hated him coming home early, I missed him so fucking much.

I gaze around the airport until I see a group of young girls circling around someone.

Zayn.

He doesn't have a bodyguard with him.