When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

49; Puppies, popcorn, and dinner dates

Violet

"And it was just ... that's all it took, you know? For everything to disappear as soon as I saw him. What's worse was that I didn't feel anger, I just felt sadness. You should have seen him. I have never wanted to hold him so much before."

Liam sits across from me at the cafe table, just listening. He had been listening to me ramble on for about ten minutes now but he only ever butt in to say something in agreement. Other than that, total and complete silence.

"And he had the nerve to tell me he still loves me," I continue. "He had the nerve to look me in the eye and make me the bad guy. God, I felt like crying. I really did. But I didn't, because I didn't want him to make me cry any damn more. I just .... FUCK!"

I put my head in my hands, pressing the heels of my palms to my eyes. I shake my head as if I'm trying to shake Zayn out of my mind. He was consistently ruining me, and it just wasn't fair.

"Violet." Liam's voice is calm and evenly toned. I feel his hand over top of mine, squeezing a little. "You can't let him keep doing this to you."

"I know that. God, don't you think I know that?" I look to my left, as if I'm trying to find guidance. I then glance back to Liam, my eyes meeting his own warm ones. "Why is it so impossible for me to stop loving him?"

Liam sighs and he doesn't say anything for a second or two, like he's contemplating in his mind what to say. "I don't know, I honestly don't. But you don't need to stop loving him, Vi, you just need to stop letting him control you."

"I ..."

"Look at you," he says heavily. "You're right back to where you were. How is that fair?"

"I don't know what to do," I say simply.

He gives me a long, hard look and I feel like a statue under his stare. Finally, he speaks. "You need to let go."

Although his words are the truth, they form a large lump in my throat. I knew it was what I needed to hear, but did it have to come so soon? I wanted to throw something, break down and cry and scream and scream for days. Instead I just sat still.

I couldn't get the damn image of him from last night out of my mind, his broken eyes, his pale skin, his lifeless, insomniac look. I had never before seen him so ... hollow. It hurt every bone in my body and I was angry at myself for caring about him being hurt when it only made me feel much worse.

"Look, Violet. I'm only going to say this once." Liam clears his throat. "This is only the beginning for you, and I know it may not seem like that now, but it is. You need to take time for yourself, realise the really important things. Right now it doesn't seem like it, but, Violet? Breaking up with Zayn is probably the best thing that could ever happen to you."

I just blink at him, processing his words like they're tough mouthfuls to swallow. And I know he's right, I know he is. As much as I love Zayn, some things just aren't meant to be. I guess I'm just coming to terms with that now. The fact that Zayn and I were broken before we could start.