One Direction Imagines

Zayn: You Kick Him Out

"What the hell?! She's your friend?" you spit. Anger courses through you as he bites his lip, following you through your apartment.

"Babe, she's just a-"

"Don't call me that. Not anymore!" you cut him off.

"(Y/N), please! She was at the club, we just talked," he rubbed his hands over his facial hair. You look at him, really look at him. He looked just as he always does, perfect in every way. Everything was the same except for his eyes, they changed, in an unknown way. Though they were different. Maybe it was the stress? The regret, guilt? The ecstasy possibly? Or maybe it's the lack of love as he gazed at you.

The anger slowly diminished, changing to hurt. You know you we're losing the battle within yourself, this is one to many times, not anymore. Thoughts raced through your head, thinking over what to say.

"Why? Does this ring mean nothing to you?" you spit, peering at the diamonds incrusted in the silver band.

"It means everything. You mean everything!'" he says, trying to pull you in for a hug, you pushing him away.

"Cut the shit. You don't...we don't..." you mull over what you have to say, need to say. "You don't care about this anymore," you gesture to the two of you.

"No! I do!" he yells, grabbing your hands and holding them in his palms.

"You don't..." you whisper, emotions surfacing you pull away, not wanting to show just how hurt you are.

"(Y/N)-" he speaks.

"Zayn, just leave, please." Your back facing him as you plead for him to exit your once full of love home.

"No, please! We can work it out!" he panics.

"Zayn, get out!" you scream, emotions boiling over. You turn around to find him wide eyed, he looked terrified and yet still so beautiful. The tears flooded your eyes, trying your best to blink them away though it only made it worse. After a moment of standing there, watching you cry over his mistakes, yet again, he turned and walked out.

Sobs escaped your mouth once the front door closed, finally letting the tears flow freely. Letting it all out. A pain deep in your chest, though you know you've done what you've needed to for a long time now. Pacing to the counter top, you slide the engagement ring from your finger and place it on the granite.

Zayn's P.O.V.
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Softly closing the door, for what is the last time, I hear pained sobs come from the other side. I've hurt her yet again, she doesn't deserve this shit.

My head pounded as I thought over my mistakes, too many to count. Sitting on the front steps for a moment to collect my thoughts. Pulling at my hair, hoping for some sort of relief. The rest didn't help much, the only thing ringing in my ears is the quieted cries.

Pushing myself up from the steps, I pull my keys from my pocket and climb into my car. Starting it up, I rolled down the street, looking back our first home.