Sooo, here is the first chapter! Sorry for deleting it earlier, but here's an extended and revised version. Again, sorry for any grammatical mistakes and yes, I know this could be better written, but I am doing my best. Love you all, Lu
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Chapter 1
Sara’s POV
“I’m telling you. I don’t want to go!” how many times more would I have to repeat this for Louise understand? God! I love that girl, but she’s even more stubborn than I thought. “I want to go shopping! Pretty please.” I heard another try slip from her mouth, and at this point I was really close to giving in, but I had one more excuse. “Right now I don’t have the strenth to face the crowd, I’m too tired.” I whispered, and almost immediately felt guilty. It wasn’t fair to lie about this, especially to Louise, but it wasn’t completely untrue. I waited for her reaction, and I saw a flicker of deception, immediately followed by regret for pushing so much, and I felt even worse. Lou’s expression softened and when she finally looked at me, she only mouthed an “I’m sorry” and wrapped me on a tight embrace.
After our little episode, both of us were more than glad to change the subject. We ended up eating ice cream and watching a marathon of Harry Potter, that according to us, is the most epic series ever created, followed closely by The Lord Of The Rings. Louise fell asleep on the couch of our flat in the middle of the fifth movie, but I stayed awake. In that moment, watching someone else’s troubles seemed better than dealing with my own clouded emotions. Lying to Lou was not something I’m used to. She’s not the person I share my flat near the college, even though she is also this. She’s not a friend, or a best friend; we passed this stage a long time ago. Our relationship is more of a family thing. We argue, fight and sometimes almost murder each other, but sooner or later everything will be fine because we are, for lack of better word, dependant on each other.
The guilt I felt wasn’t even the worst part. I knew that eventually it would go away, but the feelings that that lie brought back aren’t something I want to remember much less wander about. I lie to myself telling that my cancer last year is something I’m over, but deep down I know it’s not true. Something is over when you can talk freely about it, but I can’t bear thinking of the needles on my arm, the intensive chemo sessions or how almost every person I ever cared in my life started to drift away from me. Almost. Louise is the only person that every single day of my grueling treatment stopped by the hospital to see me, even if she couldn’t stay more than five minutes. I will never be able to thank her enough. My parents of course stopped by when they could, but it must be really hard to fit the sick daughter on the schedule of the owners of a billionaire empire of all sorts of things, I bitterly thought, filling my mind with sarcasm and resentment I knew they didn’t deserve. My parents loved me more than life, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t have they fails, and after last year, our relationship got shaken up. I couldn’t care less about the money.
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“Wake up!” I think I heard Louise say, but I am not sure though. Damn, I must have fallen asleep of exaustion on the couch last night. Now my back hurts, and we are probably late for class. Louise studies economy at Uni and I take architecture. “What time is it?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer, “2:45 pm” the answer came, confirming my suspicions. Shit! I mentally cursed; I was never going to make it into class in time.
I rushed to the shower, remembering to get my dirty blonde hair into a messy bun before walking in the hot water. That was probably one of the fastest showers I must have ever taken, but that wasn’t the time to get lost in my habitual musings. I quickly grabbed one of the fluffy towels that laid on the hanger and started walking to my room while drying myself in a poor try of saving time. When I got to my closet, I was reasonably dry so I just jumped into the first thing I saw; a Rolling Stones tee and my camouflaged skinnies. Like this, not bothering to apply any kind of make up on my recently washed face, I ran through the door in a already failed attempt to get to the campus in time for my third class of the day. I couldn’t afford the luxury of missing any more classes this semester, my grades were already stumbling thanks for my insomniac personality. I guess I think too much.
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The week went by flying. I have no idea of where all my time went, but I know I haven’t had much time to talk to Lou, and even living on the same apartment, we barely saw each other during those past days. As the weekend came, I decided I was gonna make up with her for ditching our shopping spree last week.
Saturday morning, for much of Louise’s displeasure, I dragged her out of the bed at 9. Her bad mood went away in the blink of an eye when she realized I had prepared waffles for breakfast. I know how much she hates pancakes, and I can’t disagree when the short brunette insists that they are just “waffles without the texture, like muffins compared to cupcakes.” Having a best friend who is obssessed with food has it’s perks, like when I need bribe her into helping me, all it takes is a gigantic amount of food, and anything with sugar is specially effective. After devouring my waffles and leaving me with a freaking box of cereal to eat, Louise was finally listening to me. “Where did you want to go shopping last week?” I innocently asked “Nowhere specific” she shot back. It didn’t take long to convince her to go to the mall with me, actually she was more than willing to.
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A bazillion stores later, we were finally saturated from the crowd. Ironically, neither of us bought a lot. I guess you perspective of what is important changes a lot when you almost lose it all, like I did last year. We were about to leave when I spotted an Abercrombie and Fitch and decided to stop by. Louise was texting God knows whom, so I just muttered, “I’ll be back in five, stay here” and left, not bothering to wait for an answer.
The store was about to close, and there was only the cashier and one guy talking to her on the store, so I quickly went through the perfume session trying to find the scent they spray on the store – that thing smells like heaven! I found it and rushed to the cashier. When I got there, the girl, who hadn’t seen me, was packing her stuff to leave, and I overheard she asking the guy to close the store. “Um, hey” I awkwardly tried to make myself noticed, and surprisingly the girl turned around. She was stunning, but it was nothing compared to the guy. When he turned around, I froze for a moment. He was absurdly handsome and hot but at the same time there was something exotic about his features that kept me intrigued. “Zayn, can you handle this? I really have to go.” I listened the brunette say, but I wasn’t really paying attention. Zayn, such an odd name, but it fitted him perfectly, and my mind kept repeating that beautiful sound, my tongue twisting, desperately wanting to pronounce it. “Sure, I can do this” he replied. His voice was so sexy, rough, but sweet and almost melodic, contrasts that in any other man could not work, but for him, it did without a doubt. I handed him the perfume, not trusting myself to talk without embarrassing myself, he took it and started doing whatever he needed to on the system. I forced myself to not stare at him, but it was pretty hard to avoid the perfectly sculpted body that stood right in front of me. Soon enough, I was lost in my musings.
“Hi love, I’m Zayn. And I don’t have a clue of what I am doing.” I heard him say, and in that moment, I had a million answers, but none of them seemed good enough.
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The dedication goes to my favorite author from Wattpad, *drumrolls* BelWatson! She is my inspiration and there is one something really important about life I learned from one of her stories (LYF) hidden in this chapter ;)
I hope you liked the first chapter!
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- Lu
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