Dear Bria [z.m.]

Nineteen: The Truth

May 22, 2015

Present Day

"H-how are you?" I finally find the words that I should ask to him.

I miss him so much...

I wipe my tears immediately when he closes his door and leads me to the available couch in his dressing room.

"I'm good. And you?" he answers and at the same time asks me and I battle if I should burst to him that Zayn, I miss you so much and I can't stop thinking about you since the day we part ways. Plus Z, i'm still reading those letters you gave me and let's start all over again? or just wave it off and i'll just tell him a lie and say that Oh, i'm good Zayn. Nice concert you got for tonight.

I chose the second one.

"Oh, i'm good Zayn. Nice concert you got for tonight." I blurt it out and he chuckled and scratches his nape.

"Bree... Umm, I mean Bria" he pauses, "It's not my concert" he again scratches his nape. I feel bad because he corrects himself by calling me Bria than what he calls me before.

"What?" This is the effect of not being updated in social medias for over a year now. This is what happens when you don't bother to know about anyone else and just mind yourself and the... letters.

"I'm just the opening act for Bryce Nolan, the one who sang 'Seasons of Love.' Familiar with him?" he gives me a quick information about the singer.I nodded.

I know Bryce Nolan, he's the one who sang of the soundtracks in one of my movies.

What a small world it is.

"By the way, do you want something to drink? We have here water, juice-" I cut him off.

"No need. We really need to talk" I blurt it out already because this is the reason why I drove from Cheshire to London.

"Do we? But you made it clear to the last time we talk that I shouldn't mind your business and let's move on" he flashbacks to me to when we last met. 18th of April year 2015.

"I was wrong" I shouted at him and buried my face to both of my palms and the tears that I wiped awhile ago are now running down my face.

"Hey" I hear him say and when I opened my eyes he's kneeling in front of me and I feel his hands touching my thighs for balance.

"Y'know that I hate to see you crying right?" he says while wiping my tears by his thumbs. I just looked at him while tears are still running down my face. We just remained on that position and stared to each other.

And then, there's a knock on the door making our magical stare broken. He got up and opened the door. I heard a girl's voice behind me, I'm not looking behind me to also hide my identity and they won't go gaga about Bria Murray crying to Zayn Malik aka the Top Couple of Hollywood before.

"Who's that?" the girl asks. I sink myself more in the couch while wiping my tears again for the second time since i've been here.