That was then ( Zayn Malik love story)

Loneliness

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Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

May Sarton

Lonely

Zayn's pov

I watch her walk away crying to herself. I don't go after her, I feel worthless, I didn't know how much my words could hurt someone so special and what the consequences would lead to.

I'm stupid, an idiot, hopeless.

" Zayn?" I look up to see Niall who's looking at me confused and push myself of the wall which I've been leaning on to support myself standing since Mia left.

" yeah?" I try to force a smile so he doesn't get worried.

" I don't know if it's because I'm hungry or anyt'ing but...t'at girl. She...well she looks like someone I've seen before. Zayn, she looks a lot like your old friend May...wait no Mu...uh M-"

" Mia." I finish off for him.

" Yes! T'at's right she looks like Mia!"

I gaze out at the view.

" It is Mia."

" What? Really? It's Mia? But she looks so, like, lost...and really skinny. Not t'at she was fat or anyt'ing because she wasn't but it's just t'at she's got hardly any fat and stuff so t'ats why she looked different and I haven't seen her for like two years..."

He carries on mumbling to himself but I'm not listening anymore, he's right, she looks painfully underweight.

I didn't cause that, right? My stupid self didn't cause her that much pain, right?

I close my eyes and let myself lean back against the wall, sliding down to my knees.

What have I done to you Mia?

Mia's pov:

I close all the curtains in my room and drop onto my bed.

" I hate you, I hate you, I hate you "

I hate him so much, I don't understand why I have to see him again, I don't understand why he says he misses me, I don't understand why Zayn looks hurt when I refuse to talk to him.

I don't understand him.

I wish to sleep and wake up from this nightmare, but I know that it'll never happen, because this doesn't seem like one that will end soon.

I remember the day Zayn decided against us being friends and I thought that maybe the whole week was a trick.

'Maybe this week is some kind of joke, Zayn can't just simply dump his friend and Johnny wouldn't exactly leave me either'