Anything It Takes

Chapter 15

Geez, that last chapter was a bit on the depressing side... i don’t think this one is too bad.. :C I didn’t even plan the last chapter.. it just happened. tbh, i don’t have any of this story really planned.. oops. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER MY LOVELY TULIPS. <3 MWAUH.

Angie’s POV

Being told Mitchel was dead didn’t make his death true for me. Being told that Mitchel killed himself didn’t make it real for me. Seeing his body in the funeral home didn’t make it real for me. Talking about him in front of all of the people didn’t make it real for me, and seeing his lifeless body being lowered into the mandatory six feet into the earth still didn’t make his death real to me. What made it real for me was a week later, when I finally had the composure to walk into our house, it wasn’t dirty. We both kept the house dirty, not the dirty where mice and rodents were here and there, and not dirty enough to have mold; we would have a few pillows and blankets on the ground and t-shirt or two on the back of the couch. Most of the doors we kept open, because it’s a less chance that somebody will be in the room. It was just a few things here and there to remind the other that they’re not alone. When I walked into the house, it was clean. There was not a speck in sight out of place. The windows were sparkling and the floors were swept. That hit me. The feeling of the house was not welcoming, it was filled with sympathy.

I stumbled into our my room, and looked around. There was his pillow, right next to mine. The closest door was open with a few things thrown to the floor- his shirts. There was one shirt hanging out just a little more than the others. There was a note pinned to it with very familiar handwriting.

Dear Angie,

                  I’m sorry. I really am. It just got to that point, yanno? Well.. here’s this shirt. I know it’s your favorite... I took it off before I did it... I want you to have it. I love you okay, please don’t end up like me.

-Mitchel. xx

That made it real.

Maggie’s POV

“Oh god, Zayn!” I looked into his eyes after I finished crying, or sobbing, into his chest for the fiftieth time. He held me each time, and kissed away the last tears. He wouldn’t leave my side unless I said so. He was truly amazing to me. I didn’t deserve it. I would get so mad over nothing. I was angry because one of my best friends killed himself, and he didn’t talk to me. I was angry because he’s not breathing, and I am. I was angry because everything in the world is just going in a downward spiral.

“Love, it’s okay to cry. I’ll hold you until you stop. I’ll make you feel better.” He kissed my cheek and then my lips and then my neck. He moved my hair and swept it around the other side of my neck giving him a better area to kiss. I let out a muffled moan. He peppered kisses around my neck and along the outline of my jaw.

“Za-Zayn. You sh- We shouldn’t be do-doing this.” He payed no attention to me, he just continues to leave love bites around my facial areas. He kissed my chin and moved up to my lips. He hovered a bit, leaving me breathless. I did not dare breathe, yet he was lightly breathing over top of my lips, allowing me to smell is hypnotizing breath. It’s something about the cigarette and peppermint smell mixed, I enjoy it, greatly.

“I love you Maggie.” Zayn breathed. He looked me in the eyes, nothing but love. His gorgeous brown eyes always made me get goosebumps. His eyes have that control. He held or gaze as he moved our arms above our heads and dipped down to connect our lips. I was completely trapped underneath his grip. His legs were on my sides, and his arms were keeping mine above my head. I didn’t mind.

“I love you too, Zayn.” I moved my head up and kissed his lips. He slowly pressed my head back into my pillow, not once did the kiss break. Zayn’s hands moved down to my shirt, and he was about to lift it up but he looked at me.