Y'all I don't even know how old the girl is,,,,sorry
Can y'all remind me again??
ITS SUMMER BREAK SO I PROMISE IM BACK LMAO
PLEASE ENJOY MY LOVES.
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[Annabelle's pov]
I left his apartment before he could get the chance of winning me over again. I'm not quite there yet. I wiped my soaked cheeks as I made my way to my room. I don't know why I started crying. Perhaps it was the way he was looking at me, or because I realized how much I missed him and he missed me. It has been months since I stared into those beautiful, intense hazel eyes. His sinful touch against my skin makes it grow goosebumps. My lips yearning for his lips, such a subtle kiss that I want.
I change to a large shirt, wash my teeth, and climb into bed. I turn everything off. My mind, my soul, and my heart for the night.
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"Don't forget to go grocery shopping. I made a list. Look at it, okay?"
"Okay."
My mother leaves the apartment for work. Since I have my license finally my mother is taking advantage of me. I was ordered to buy some groceries that we're running low on.
All of sudden I hear knocking.
However the knocking wasn't for me. It sounded like it was coming from next door. I waited. The Knicks kept going and I made out that those knocks were against Zayn's door. I didn't want to open the door just to peek and look like a nosy neighbor. My mind did start to wonder.
Could be one of the girls he possibly hooked up? Revenge? Karma? Hopefully. The mailman?
Who am I kidding?
I hurry to my kitchen and hurry to get the trash bag out of the can. It's not even full but I needed an excuse to see who it was. Perhaps it's just one f his friends and I'm overthinking. Perhaps it's just someone I don't know.
I look at the smelly trash bag in my hand and I sigh. What has gotten into me? I need to let him go.
Just as I was about to leave this whole situation alone I hear Hannah's voice.
What?
I must've been imagining it.
Why would Hannah be here? She's my best friend, why would she be insistingly knocking on Zayn's door. . .
I open my door.
Her blonde head snaps at me.
"Annabelle."
I frown. Unable to find my voice to question her. Zayn's door creeks open and her attention is back to the man I love.
No one speaks.
I'm afraid someone might say something I do not want to hear.
"Annabelle. . ."
"W-What's going on?" My weak voice finds its own voice.
"Annabelle, fuck. Just listen, okay?" Zayn's voice shrieks. His voice lazed with a pathetic apology that he cannot process himself.
I look at Zayn, then at Hannah. And it hits me.
No.
She couldn't have. . . He couldn't have done this. . .
"Belle."
"Both of you," I gulp, my blood boiling inside me it almost hurts. "Don't ever come near me. Both of stay away from me."
I turn around going back into my room but a hand stops me by grabbing my elbow.
"I'm–"
I didn't even care who it was. My hand came flying towards their cheek. The palm of my hand stinging due to the flesh I've hit.
It was Hannah.
"Fuck you."
I shut the door behind me.