shy//z.m(short story)

Regret

Zayn slaps himself (mentally off course).

He slaps himself as soon as he reaches home.

He slaps himself every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every month for three years.

He slaps himself when he finds himself thinking about Aura.

He slaps himself when he can’t move on because he’s still too hung up on her.

He slaps himself when so many girls scream his name and all he does is look for the brunette he loved in the crowd.

And he slaps himself when he remembers what he did.

Zayn slaps himself (mentally off course).

He regrets walking away. He wishes he had looked back or waited at least for a few minutes to see what her reaction would have been.

What if she loved you too, Zayn?

What if she would have said yes?

And as Zayn looks into the crowd while singing his part to Loved You First, he imagines Aura’s face in the crowd smiling at him. And Zayn knows that’s all he can do; imagine her.

And that’s exactly why Zayn couldn’t believe what was happening.

That’s exactly why Zayn’s eyes turn into huge tennis balls as he sees Niall reaching down and pulling Imaginary Aura on to stage.

She’s real and she’s here.

He watches her as she smiles at him and her blue eyes twinkle. And as she comes and hugs him, after six years

Zayn finally feels at home.

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OMG!!!! MY FEELS!!!

So I wanted to say thank you guys my sucky story reached 400+ reads.

Thank you so so so much for this!!

And i also wanna wish Zayn a Get Well Soon!!! Because he's unwell again! 

Aww my baby!!!

Love you guys!!!

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