Black

Chapter 14

ZAYN'S P.O.V

She was sitting right in front of me. She looked young and lost. She looked small and pure. She looked a lot like her. She had the same hair as Layla. Her eyes were as green as the spring leafs but more like Layla's. The way her skin glowed whenever she wore black. The same way her lips would stretch showing off her pink gum every time she speaks. The same way her ears would move when she chews. The same way the corners of her mouth would tremble before she smiles. She was so familiar but she was not Layla.

Layla was alive and Sach was pale.

Layla was phenomenal and Sach was predictable.

Layla would have told me already that I look great in my favorite black suit and Sach wouldn't notice.

Layla would have already said my hair looks sexy this way. -shaved from the sides with big quiff in the middle – but Sach wouldn't think it is. 

Layla would have seen how desperate I am and Sach wouldn't care.

But, Sach was here and Layla was not.

I sigh lightly. Not letting Sach –Or Layla number two, as I secretly called her- notice me getting low again. I Remember every detail about Layla. It wasn't hard though, since the second copy was in front of me.

We started dating a year and three mouths and ten days ago. I call it back as it was yesterday.

"Layla, Layla" I'd sing to her as she cuddled close to my body. Stroking her thick hair. Her hair was long and curly and I loved playing with it. we would lay down in my living room. I would lay with my back on the floor and she would act like a baby and crawl on top of me as we watch her favorite movie. 

"You can't just sleep in the middle of the movie" I'd whisper in her hair. 

She would ignore my whispers like every time. Her eyelid would get heavier and heavier and she would slowly dive in sleep and I would watch the angel between my arms instead of focusing on the TV screen and watch the movie I watched at least ten times.

I'd carry her to my bed room. And I'd let her sleep and I'd watch her and she'd wake up after awhile and complain about how creepy I am being. But I can't help but to stare.

This would happen every time she sleeps over. And we'd watch Tangled every time. And Layla would cry when Eugene left Rapunzel at the boat alone. And she would cry when Eugene cuts Rapunzel's long long hair. And she'd cry every time they kiss at the end of the movie and I would fall in love more and more with her cuteness.

But not anymore. Layla left. And took everything with her. including me. 

It all happened when I went back home for the weekend. I came back and she wasn't being herself. She was quiet. Like she was hiding something. She didn't surprise me with kisses like every time I would be gone for more than an hour. She didn't make me breakfast at bed and she didn’t text me she loved me more than anything like she usually do before she leaves for school. She was avoiding me. 

She called me and told me we needed to talk. I knew something was wrong. Her voice was calm. More calm than I would like it to be. I hurried to her house and picked her up. She didn't greet me with her warm hug nor let me hold her hand as we walked at the park. 

We sat down at one of the bench at the park where we first met

"Zayn," after long silent she finally spoke. 

I looked up at her. Was she breaking up with me? It's usually the other way around. Where the guy breaks up with the beautiful girl and ruins her eye makeup and leave her in the rain alone. But it wasn't like this. we weren't like this. The sun was shining and Layla wasn't wearing any makeup and the sky was as clear as her eyes.

"I found someone.." she mumbled. 

I stopped for a second. Making sure what I heard was right. Did she really found someone better?

Why were she even looking? Wasn't I enough for her? wasn't she happy with me?

Something inside me burst. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I wanted to break things or punch someone, like the guy she found.

She mumbled things and I sat there watching her lips moving and frowning and I can see a tear in her eyes. I watched her talking but I couldn't hear anything. I didn't even bother listening. Nothing she would say would make me feel better. I felt like a piece of me died.

I pushed myself off the bench too quick. Too quick I felt dizzy standing up. without a word I left. I walked home alone. Her scent was all over my pillows and kitchen. She was everywhere. And I hated myself for being not good enough.