"Or should I go into detail about how much I miss you?" He sighed, regret evident on his face.

"I miss how you used to wake up early in the morning to prepare my breakfast. How you would iron my clothes before finally waking me up for work."

"I miss your words of encouragement and prayers for my protection. I miss your delicious meals." He gulped hard, his words choking him.

"You miss me?" I said, a smirk forming at the corner of my lips.

I was satisfied that he missed me. They say you don't value what you have until you lose it; I guess Zayn is the perfect...