I turned again and bolted.
I couldn’t understand.
I don’t think I’ve ever ran so fast in my life.
I just kept running. And running. And running. I don’t know when I stopped, but when I did I realized was in our apartment. His apartment. This is the last place I wanted to be but apparently it’s where my legs carried me. He wasn’t home yet, so I figured this would be as good a time as any to start packing my bags. I don’t know how I managed to cram 18 years worth of my possessions into one suitcase.
As I walked out the door I was feeling more confused than ever. I was sad because I loved him. I was happy that we were together in the first place. But most of all, I was feeling angry… at myself, because despite what he had done, I still loved him.
As I walked out of our flat, suit case in hand, I started bawling. I was so busy crying that I didn’t even notice somebody had pulled into the driveway. It was him. Zayn. My heart started fluttering. Some small sliver of my brain was telling me he came to apologize. To say he made a mistake. To say I was the one, the only one. To say that he loved me.
As he walked towards me my hopes increased and I could’ve sworn my heart started beating a million miles a minute. He was going to apologize! But all my hopes were shattered as he started speaking. His voice was monotone and contained no emotion as he said “you forgot your purse” and he then walked straight past me into our flat. Well… his flat. I went home the tears falling freely down my cheeks. People told me I was a beautiful crier, but at the moment, I felt anything but. As I walked into my home I went straight to my room, not wanting to explain to my parent why I moved back in.
I headed toward my en suite bathroom and, after a few minutes of searching, found my razor. I hadn’t cut in years but the pain was just too much.
After leaving slits along my arms I felt numb and utterly at peace, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I made my way to my bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light bulb.
I awoke in the morning to the sound of a voice. Zayn’s voice. My eyes flicked open immediately when I recognized his voice. As my vision cleared I saw his beautiful face. He was crying. He noticed my confusion and said “you’re mom let me in” “oh.” I replied his gorgeous eyes were looking intently at something, the tears still flowing down his cheeks. I followed his gaze down to my arms, the cuts still fresh and swollen. He continued staring at my cuts as he spoke. “Did you do this because of me?” he asks not being able to contain a sob as he spoke. I nodded silently and he wiped the tears of his and my cheeks. I hadn’t even noticed I was crying until his soft lips kissed the tears away. He cleared his throat and spoke again:
“I think I owe you an explanation”
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Marie is living the life. She'sa rich and famous model, she graduated from Yale university at the top of her class, and shes best friends with Zayn Malik and the other members of One Direction. She hates books with bad endings, so what happens when...