Zayn
She was so confusing, it annoyed me.
She was beautiful. That annoyed me too.
But why was she doing this? I couldn't help but wonder if this was my fault. I want to help , but when I try she pushes me away ...
I thought for sure we had something when we kissed, her lips were soft and small, but cold.. very cold, as well with her hand.
Which I had touched when we kissed.
I wasn't sure if this was a shitty comparison, but Ezra was like that one shirt you never wore but always kept, for reason like it being special to you or you just kept it because there was something about that shirt that you couldn't wrap your mind around.
Ezra was the shirt.
Accept I want to wear her, I want her to be around, she was different, and like I said.
Different was good.
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Short chapter, but I just wanted to get Zayns thoughts in, I might do a another Zayn POV next chapter - kenzie