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Imagine you've come home from a date

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Imagine you've come home from a date. This date happens to be someone who you've dated briefly in the past, it was never serious because they treated you too badly for it to become serious. But they've promised they have changed now and you're willing to give them another chance.

You throw your coat over the arm of the sofa and sit down opposite your housemate and best friend Zayn.
"How was your date?" He asks, leaning forward with his chin resting on his hand. He looks almost sad, although you don't know why.
"It was good thanks! I think this time round it will work."
"Are you sure?" 
"Yes Z, I am." You smile at Zayn, trying to reassure him.
"So you're planning to see them again?"
"Yes..." You say, unsure of his sudden disapproving tone.
"I don't think that's a good idea." His face hardens as his mouth moves to form a line, although, his eyes still have hints of concern layered in them. But something about his facial expression irks you.
"Well, I don't think it's your decision Zayn."
"Why are you getting so mad?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Because you think you can control me, you're my bestfriend but that doesn't mean I have to listen to you."
"Woah Y/N," he holds his hands up in defence. "I'm not trying to control you. I'm trying to protect you."

An icy silence settles between the two of you as you try to calm yourself, without success. "You don't need to protect me. That's not your job and besides there's nothing to be protected from."
"You need to be protected from your little date," when he says date his hands form air quotes, mocking the word. "Don't you see they haven't changed? They've pulled you back in, no, they've lured you in just like the first time and when the time suits them, they're only going to hurt you again and I don't want to see you hurt like the last time."
"No Zayn. They haven't and there has been a change, I can see it."
"That's part of the plan Y/N!" He rakes his hand through his hair, tensions heightening. "It's easy to put a front on and pretend you've changed when you haven't. Just drop it Y/N. It's not worth it."
"Wow. Why are you trying so hard Zayn? Can't you just let me be happy?"
"You are happy. You're happy now and you'll be happier without them. It's for your own good babe."
"I'm not your babe. And don't tell me how I feel." You cross your arms, glaring at him which is met with an evenly-matched glare from him.

You can see he won't back down as the silence suffocates you both. "Why do you care so much?" You ask, the corners of your mouth turning down, tears threatening to fall.
"Because I want to be there for you. Because I care about you. I'm your best friend, just let me be that."
"A best friend would let me see who I want to see." Even as you say the words, you know it's not fair. Part of you knows Zayn is only trying to help you but it's too late to stop now.
"No. A best friend would stop their best friend from doing something stupid!" He retorts.
"Sorted then. I'm not doing anything stupid, so you don't have to stop me."
"Y/N, c'mon." Zayn shakes his head in exasperation. "I won't sit here and let you get hurt."
"Then don't." You step back from him, as somehow, during your argument, you've both ended up face to face.
"Don't what?" His face scrunches in confusion.
"Don't sit here and watch. Leave." As the words leave your mouth you regret them instantly. Covering your mouth you look at Zayn in shock. He looks back at you, his mouth hanging open, shoulders hunched in with tears in his eyes.
"Fine." He croaks out in defeat, before picking up his jacket and storming out the room.
"No, Z, wait I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." You race after him and he turns to face you, one foot out of the door.
"No, I'm sorry Y/N/N. I care about you too much to see this happen again and I can see you won't back down. Goodbye babe." It's then that he walks out. Out of the door. Out of your life. And for what? A stupid date that you don't care about even half as much as you care for Zayn. But still, you watch helplessly as he leaves, a part of you leaving with him.



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