Chapter 22- 'Jerry Springer, here I come'

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Reagan POV

Things were boring. And, I mean really boring. I had just dropped my children at Louis’s and was walking back into Josh’s house right now. I don’t know if being with Louis made my life more exciting or something, but ever since we broke up, it’s like I could never find anything to do. I stayed away from the west wing of the house as much as possible to avoid Emma and Taylor. Josh stayed away from me so much that it has been 3 days, and I hadn’t seen him. I was actually past caring. If we really weren’t friends anymore, that was fine with me. My friendship with him took way too much time and energy out of my day.

The boys were my only source of comfort. I told them that I was staying here only to help jog Zayn’s memory, but they weren’t stupid. They were going to figure it out sooner or later. So, the next time that we all have to get together, I’ll tell them. Coincidently, the next gathering we have is my birthday, or so I presume. I was usually the one that planned birthday parties. And, when I didn’t, Avery took over. Now, she’s gone, and I’m not sure who’s going to take her place. Her being gone had already began to take a toll on Kadin and me. We were really close to her, and knowing she wouldn’t be back for a while hurt.

There was one person I hadn’t seen in a while though: Niall. After Harry and Liam told me the news that Imani had been killed in battle, I could barely stand. Niall had already been through so much. Was this really fair for him to have to go through? Losing two women that he loved while having no control over it? He hadn’t picked up the phone or left his house in 3 days. I didn’t even blame him. He needed his time to grieve. I wouldn’t be surprised if we didn’t hear from him for the next month.

After I got out of the shower and threw on a hoodie and sweatpants while pulling my hair into a ponytail, I walked into the kitchen. Zayn was sitting on the counter with an apple in his hand, and he smiled when I walked in.

“Hey, love. Reagan, is it?”

“Keat-. Yeah, it’s Reagan”, I told him.

After grabbing a bowl of grapes, I sat in a chair across from him. He winked at me, and I smiled in return.

“What’s wrong, Reagan?”

“Why do you think something is wrong?”

“Because you’re focusing on anything other than me right now, and I’ve noticed that you have a habit of twirling your wedding ring around your finger when you’re thinking.”

Always so observant. Something that I hated and loved about him.

“It’s about a guy, isn’t it? Me? I knew it. I knew you couldn’t resist me for long.”

“Yeah right”, I laughed, “You wish. It’s not about you.”

“Is it about Josh?”

“Double yeah right. He can barely stand to look at me right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed”, he said, grabbing another apple, “I used to think you two were a couple.”

“We’re not-.”

Used to, Reagan. Meaning I don’t anymore. I asked him about it, and he made it very clear that that wasn’t the case.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I wasn’t happy about it. Josh was such a dick.

“If you’re not upset about Josh that means you’re upset about that douchey husband of yours.”

“Zayn, you’ve already forgiven him for ‘stealing me away’.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, I don’t remember that or us even being together for that matter. So, give me some time to catch up. You do realize that if you were with me, you wouldn’t be thinking about either one of them?”

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