*HAYLEYS POV*
Feelings that were hidden for over a year now were coming out again, tears welled in my eyes. Kissing him after this long time felt so good, yet so wrong because i knew Louis trusted me and i was cheating on him. I also knew that i loved Zayn, no matter what, i would always love him. Like i already said he was the one, the love of my life. But he wasn't good for me, was he? No, he could never treat me like Louis did. Well, of course he couldn't he wasn't him, he was Zayn.
My hands were on his cheeks and his were wrapped around my wrists, he broke the kiss and took my hands 'We can't do that Hayz, can we? We can't. You deserve to be loved by someone like Lou, someone who can treat you right. I love you, i really do. I wish you would give me another chance but i can't force you to, i'll leave now'' his voice was shaking at the last words and i knew he was about to cry again. I nodded and watched him making his way out of the house. Shit, how would i explain what just happened, what even happened? Maybe i should give him another chance, i love him too much to let him go, but i can't do that to Louis. Why did it have to be so complicatet? Why can't it be easy and why couldn't he have stayed by my side?
I decided to take a long, warm bath. It would calm me down and help me to clear up my mind. So i turned on some slow music put some candles in the bathroom and took a bath, as soon as the hot water made contact with my skin i felt my body relax. That was what i needed.
I had to talk to Zayn, i would call him tomorrow, i really need to know why he left, i'm ready to listen to him now. I want the thruth, i want to know if he ever thought about me. And of course i had to talk to Louis, i needed to tell him what happened. Hopefully he would forgive me.
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shorter than short i know, but i thought this one had to be an own chapter.
I'm gonna write the next one now or later!
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My famous Ex-Boyfriend (Zayn Malik)
FanfictionIt took me two years, two long years to get over him. To accept, that he isn't with me anymore, to get used to the cold and empty feeling because he isn't there to make me smile anymore. He forgot me, he moved on without looking back for once. I d...
