When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

22; Coffee, facts, and cake

Zayn

"Hey, great, I didn't miss you before you left." Violet walks into my dorm Friday afternoon and sits down on the edge of my bed as I stuff clothes into my duffle bag.

"I'm not leaving until the morning," I laugh, folding up a shirt.

"Oh? Oh, well anyway, I'll be gone early so-"

I turn to her. "Wait, where are you going?"

She looks up at me, her expression blank. "I told you, I'm going somewhere with Josh."

"I thought you just meant somewhere in London," I snap back. Violet's going out of town with Josh?!

"I ... no. We're going to visit a museum in Oxfordshire," she replies casually, as if her and Josh going to visit a museum in Oxfordshire is the most normal thing. She furrows her eyebrows. "I don't see why you're upset about this."

I stop packing altogether, my mind way too clouded to even think. "Well, I am," I snap. "Because you're going out of town with Josh."

She stands up, a cross expression on her face. "You're going out of town with Emma!" She cries.

"That's different," I huff.

"How?" She folds her arms across her chest.

"I ... because. It just is. It's just for a project. And plus, Emma isn't, like, in love with me."

Violet scoffs. "God, do you hear yourself right now? You are being unbelievable. Josh and I are just friends. And if you think there's anything more, well, that just shows more about your character than his."

I raise my eyebrow at her words. "Oh really? So it's wrong to be worried about my girlfriend now is it?"

"You're being worried about something that doesn't need to be worried about!" She cries. "Look, just whatever. You're going out of town with Emma, and I'm going out of town with Josh. Our friends, whether we like it or not. And I trust you, Zayn. Don't you trust me?"

"I don't trust him," I say carefully. Of course it's not Violet that I don't trust, but that incredible douche Josh who is such a good friend of Violet's. And also Emma's ex that ruined her life.

"Why not?" Violet cries. "He's a good guy, Zayn-"

"Whatever," I interrupt. "Enjoy your weekend with Josh." I go back to my packing.

I hear her sigh deeply, like she's over playing this game. I am too, I have to admit. We've been fighting lots lately. "I'll call you tomorrow," she says.

I just shrug, avoiding eye contact with her.

Then I hear her footsteps walk out into the hall and when I look up, she's gone.

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"Morning." Emma greets me with coffee as soon as I sit down in her car. "You look tired," she laughs.

I take the coffee gratefully and shut my door, sighing. "You don't even know. Thanks, by the way." I lift up the takeout mug.

"No problem. You ready to go?"

I nod, putting on my seatbelt. "So, how far is Liverpool?"

"About four hours," she replies nonchalantly.

"Four hours?!" I repeat.

She turns to me. "That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"I just ... that's a long time."