I was very confused on what I just did. Why would I leave Louis? Why would I leave my friends? Why did I care so much that Zayn quit? Did I have feelings for Zayn that I didn't realize until now?
I was so Lost in my own mental interrogation that I had walked directly into someone. "Oh I'm so... Zayn!" I exclaimed, feeling mixed emotions as I see him smile lightly. "Hey babe." I get Lost in those beautiful eyes until I remember, Zayn abandoned his friends. I took a step back.
"Zayn, we need to talk." He gestured to a nearby bench and we sat.
"Well... what do we need to talk about?" he asks. "Us." I spit out. "I mean... uh..." Zayn raises an eyebrow. "One Direction. That's what." He let out a sigh. "I quit. So what?" I stare at him. "So what? You're just going to abandon your friends. Leave them completely. With everything you've gone through together?" He looks at the ground, kicking it with his red and white hightops. "You make it seem worse than it is..." I look at him and gently reach over to him.
"Zayn Malik... toi left people who have been there for toi through EVERYTHING. toi can't leave because... well whatever reason toi left for. One Direction isn't One Direction without you. toi have to go back."
"Back to what?!" he exclaimed, standing up. "Back to Louis rubbing it in my face that he has you? Back to him being pudgy whenever I ask to spend time with you? Him being so conceited about me loving toi when he just wants toi because Eleanor broke up with him? I don't want to go back to that!"
He just wants toi because Eleanor broke up with him.
Tears. I fight to keep them in. I can't. "H-he's using me?" I feel Zayn's grip on my shoulders. "Yes. That's why I should have done this a while ago."
Before I could put together what he meant, he kisses me. Swiftly and softly. I felt myself s’embrasser him back. Could I have been in l’amour with him and been with the wrong person? So much inner turmoil. But... I'd think about that later... I was a little busy.
I was so Lost in my own mental interrogation that I had walked directly into someone. "Oh I'm so... Zayn!" I exclaimed, feeling mixed emotions as I see him smile lightly. "Hey babe." I get Lost in those beautiful eyes until I remember, Zayn abandoned his friends. I took a step back.
"Zayn, we need to talk." He gestured to a nearby bench and we sat.
"Well... what do we need to talk about?" he asks. "Us." I spit out. "I mean... uh..." Zayn raises an eyebrow. "One Direction. That's what." He let out a sigh. "I quit. So what?" I stare at him. "So what? You're just going to abandon your friends. Leave them completely. With everything you've gone through together?" He looks at the ground, kicking it with his red and white hightops. "You make it seem worse than it is..." I look at him and gently reach over to him.
"Zayn Malik... toi left people who have been there for toi through EVERYTHING. toi can't leave because... well whatever reason toi left for. One Direction isn't One Direction without you. toi have to go back."
"Back to what?!" he exclaimed, standing up. "Back to Louis rubbing it in my face that he has you? Back to him being pudgy whenever I ask to spend time with you? Him being so conceited about me loving toi when he just wants toi because Eleanor broke up with him? I don't want to go back to that!"
He just wants toi because Eleanor broke up with him.
Tears. I fight to keep them in. I can't. "H-he's using me?" I feel Zayn's grip on my shoulders. "Yes. That's why I should have done this a while ago."
Before I could put together what he meant, he kisses me. Swiftly and softly. I felt myself s’embrasser him back. Could I have been in l’amour with him and been with the wrong person? So much inner turmoil. But... I'd think about that later... I was a little busy.
