AVERY’s POV.
Pacing up and down the room, I stop when the door opens and Zayn’s head pops in. Since we got back from the hospital; he hasn’t said a word to me. I understand that it is hard for him to pretend like nothing happened but I genuinely miss him. I want to hug him and tell him how much I love him but I can’t yet.
“Thought you were sleeping” he says, not taking a step into the room.
“I was booking my flight back” i tell him, “back to New York”
A frown settles on his face and I see his jaw clench together for a brief moment. Without saying anything, he steps into the room but does not come further than that.
“I thought we talked about this, Avery?” He asks me, “I told you that I am not letting you go back to that place”
“We can’t just put that off, Zayn” I tell him, “whether
