Loved you First

Chapter 4: Moving On

I woke up in the morning with a pounding headache, but it was bearable, unlike the one I had last night. But this headache didn't really matter. My heart was aching, and I felt terrible. I wanted to just curl up and die, but I won't. I won't let Veronica win Zayn or let Zayn destroy my life. I sighed and got up from my bed. I wandered around my room and saw a note on my Nightstand.

Hey! Mia. Good Morning. I hope you slept well last night. I know it is hard for you, but try getting over Zayn. I went back to my place last night. Don't forget we have school today. If you don't feel like seeing Zayn today. It's ok. Just skip one day and get back once you're ready.

I love you!

Jesy

I read the note and kept it back on my stand. I went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked terrible. The dark circles under my eyes were visible, and I had red eyes. I continued staring for a while but eventually stopped. I started the tap and washed my face.

I didn't really want to take a bath, so I went straight to my kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out the ice cream tub. I took a spoon from my rack and went to the living room.

I switched on the TV and played 'Titanic.' I loved that film so much and cried every time whenever the ship sank, and Jack died.

After a few hours, the movie was about to finish, and it was the time when the ship sank. Right now, tears were slipping through all over my face, and I'm pretty sure this will affect my headache even more. I took another bite from the tub and continued watching the movie.

The movie was finally over, and I sighed. I saw my ice cream tub finished and realized my headache was worse.

I sighed and went as I was about to go upstairs, the house phone went on. I went to it, and the caller id said, 'Mum.'

I didn't really want to talk to anyone right now, but since it was mum's and she barely called, I took a deep breath and picked it up.

"Hey, mom. How are you?" I said.

"Mia? Hey! I'm good, and what about you?"

"I'm alright, mom." I cringed at the word 'alright.' Alright? I'm not even near it. I can't really tell mom about this, especially on the phone where I'd be crying, and she would feel helpless and get worried. So, let's just keep it that way.

"Are you sure? You don't really seem alright." She said, and my eyes widened. I quickly shrugged it away and replied, "Yeah, mum. I'm good. Never been better than this."

"If you say so. So how's school going?" Every question she is asking today makes my heartbreak even more. I couldn't tell her, and this made me helpless. I gulped.

"It's good. Our exams are coming, and the graduation isn't far away." I tell her.

"Are you excited?" She asked. 'Am I excited?' I honestly don't know. Maybe the graduation can help me move on.

"I am, mom, I am. I assured her. "I am so excited for college," I added.

"Oh yeah. Did you get the enrollment? Sorry honey, I completely forgot about that."

"Nope. They didn't send an enrollment letter yet." I tell her sadly.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. But, I'm sure you'll get enrolled, or even if you don't get it's alright. You'll get another nice one." She said, and I approved.

"Yeah," I replied to her with a low voice.

"How is Zayn?" She asked, and I could now feel the tears brimming in my eyes. Why? just why does she have to bring him into the conversation. We were having a very normal conversation, right? Then why?

"He is good, I guess," I told her, showing no interest in talking about him.

"Honey, did something happen?" She asked, and a tear slipped from my eyes.

"Mom, can we just not talk about him?" I asked her.

"It's fine, honey. We won't talk about him. Happy?" "Yeah," I replied.

"How is dad? He hasn't talked to me for a very long time. Is he mad at me about something? If yes, then tell him I'm sorry." I said.

"Oh, honey. He isn't mad at you. We both can never be mad at you. He is just busy with the new travel branch we set up in Ireland."

"Oh. Okay. Don't take too much stress, mom. It'll come out to be great. I'm sure." I assured her.

"We won't. I miss you so much, darling."

"I miss you too, mum. When will you be coming back?" I asked her. It has been 3 months since I've seen them and I'm starting to miss them. And genuinely, I really want someone to be here with me and hold me. So, I don't fall.

"Very soon, darling. Very soon." She said, and this made me so happy. This is the best news I have heard in a while.

"Darling, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, and don't take too much stress, you'll be okay and eat healthily. I love you."

"I love you too, mum. Tell dad I said, 'I love you.' Bye." I said, and mum hung up.

I sighed and went to my bedroom.

(4 days later)

It has been 5 days since the Zayn-Veronica and I drama. I haven't left my home at all these days, and I feel like I'm over Zayn, but I know in my heart that once I see Zayn, all of my progress will be of no use. I'd again become the heartache Mia.

I sighed, and turn on my TV, and started searching for a movie. I finally found the perfect one, and as I was about to start the movie, I heard Jesy's car pull over in my driveway.

I waited for her to enter, and once she did, I heard her say,

"Mia? It's me, Jesy. Where are you?"

"I'm in the living room!" I said, and she quickly came in.

"Hey! How are you feeling now?" She asked.

"Better," I told her truthfully.

"Nice. So when are you planning to come back to school? You know we have our examinations coming up, and if you fail in it, you won't be able to get a nice college." She said, and I nodded.

"I know. But, I don't think I'm ready to face Zayn yet." I said.

"C'mon, girl. You'll be alright. I know it."

"I don't know, Jesy."

"Do you want to fail?" She asked. "Of course not. But-" Jesy cut me off.

"No buts. You certainly don't want to fail. So you have to come to school and face that freaking douchebag. Just try to stay away from him. That's the remedy."

"Whatever. I guess I'll join you guys from tomorrow." I tell her.

"That's my girl. So, what are you watching?" She said and took the remote from my hand. I gasp but let her do whatever she wants to.

"Love Actually. I love it! Let's start it!" She exclaims, and I laugh at her childishness.