Forever Intertwined (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 26

A/N: So I know it's late but I had to post this, since I had planned to post it yesterday for one very lovely lady's Birthday. So here it goes :)

I’m going to kill him.

Oh I’m the one with secrets? At least I’m not CHEATING ON HIM. How dare he? Walking around with this female, laughing and swinging their hands back and forth between them.

“Jayd? You okay? I’m sure it’s nothing.” Liz says to me.

“Did you know about this?” I ask her.

“Ummm. Kind of.” she says softly.

“What do you mean by ‘kind of’?”

“I mean that this is what I was hiding from you in the store. There was a picture of the two of them on the cover of that magazine. I didn’t want to upset you over something that could be nothing. I was going to call him and ask him what was going on.”

“I hate him.” I say.

“Come on. Give him the benefit of the doubt, just until we can figure out what’s going on.” she says.

“Fine.” I say, hailing a cab. We both scramble in, and I’m pretty sure Zayn didn’t see us. Not that I care whether he did or not.

“Come on. Don’t dwell on it, because it will only make you bitter.” Liz says.

“I don’t like him anymore. We should just break up.” I say.

“What? No! Not until you guys have a chance to talk about it.”

“Forget it Liz. There’s no point. I’m done with him.”

“Jayd, let’s go home and make the pizzas. Then after you’ve eaten, you can decide what you want to do.”

“I’ve already decided. I’m dumping his ass.”

“Oh come on Jayd. You love him! Give him a chance to explain.”

“No. I don’t want him to come up with any excuses. We are so done. I’m gonna text him right now.” I say, taking out my phone. Liz snatches it out of my hand and puts it in her bag.

“Give it back Liz.” I say, my teeth clenched.

“After dinner.” she says.

“I’m not hungry.” I say, narrowing my eyes. She’s really starting to frustrate me. The cab pulls over, and we’re home. I open the door, get out, and run to the front door, leaving her to pay for the cab. I know I’m being a bitch, but I’m hurt right now. I just want this all to be over. This is the sixth time I’ve been cheated on in a row. The other times hurt, sure, but I didn’t love any of those guys. But Zayn, I truly thought he was different. And once again I’m wrong. I’m glad I didn’t reveal my secret to him. He doesn’t deserve to know anything about me.

But maybe it’s my fault. Maybe he only cheated because I wasn’t laying all my cards on the table. Maybe that girl he was with was willing to tell him everything; no secrets between them. He deserved that much, at least.

Well great. Now I’m on the verge of tears. Endless questions fill my mind. How did I allow this to happen? Why do I love him so much? Why did I allow myself to love him so much? Why can’t I be one of those girls who feel no pain? How long has he been with this other girl? Did he ever really love me?

Liz’s arms wrap me in a tight hug and I end up crying on her shoulder. She tries soothing me, but I can’t calm down. The biggest reason I normally refuse to cry: once I start, it’s impossible for me to stop.

“Hey. We should get inside.” she says. It’s dark outside now, and we’re still sitting on the porch.

“Ok.” I say.