"Everybody has a story, whether you're proud of it or not. You do have a past. And you do have a song of glory..."
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Chapter 12
July 25, 2015
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He inwardly killed Mr. Worthington, the principal, for having brought up the past.
The party had ended only a little bit ago, but it was still nagging Zayn, the fact that she hadn't seemed to bothered.
And yet, he still felt just a twinge of guilt.
She had no idea about the real mess he truly was.
She had no idea about the mistakes that he had made.
And there was no excuse good enough for explaining why he did some of those things, other than complete stupidity, and adolescence.
And yet he felt a need to tell her everything.
He felt the need to let her in on who he really was, and on the things that he had done. Of which he regretted now.
She took his hand as they walked outside of the restaurant, and into the chilly night air.
"I feel like I owe you an explanation" he spoke up.
"For what, lovely?" she asked, turning to him.
His heart missed a beat at her word. It was so simple, yet so sweet.
"El, when I was 18, I moved out of my parents house, and into my own apartment.
I was a pretty decent kid. I mean, I never broke the law or anything. But I think that at that time, I wanted something more.
So I became the life of the party. Drinking and such.
Only calming down in front of people who didn't know about my night life.
I got into college when I turned 19, and began studying to be a math teacher.
When I turned 20, they put me into a hands-on type of program, where I literally was thrown into the school system, teaching and helping out.
I met a girl, who was also a hands-on teacher, and soon became really good friends with her.
She needed a place to stay, and I needed some help paying the bills.
So I offered to her a room and a place to call home, in return that she payed half of the bills.
She obliged, and moved in about a week later.
That's when all of the shenanigans began.
We threw wild parties, and when we had nobody else, we would go to each other.
We did some crazy things, her and I. And all of them, I regret.
Because it means that I cannot give you the one thing that you so greatly deserve.
I can't give you my purity, because I no longer have it.
And baby, I'm so sorry.
But the fooling around didn't stop until I was like, 22. And it only stopped because she got pregnant, and engaged.
The sad thing is, neither one of us are really sure that the baby isn't mine.
We don't know if it's really her's and her husbands, or her's and mine.
But we neither really want to know. And not because I don't care, but because that child would be a constant reminder of my screw up." he explained, looking down at his feet.
Ella said nothing, but simply took his hands in hers. "Zayn, I hope that this doesn't sound careless, because believe me when I say that I care very deeply about you, but I don't care what mistakes you've made. And you telling me them, in no way lessens my affection for you."
She placed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"You have no idea how much that means, to hear you say that." he said looking down at her, with love in his words.
"Did you think I might hate you or something? Because I'm here to tell you, I couldn't hate you even if you took my heart, and broke it in little pieces. I would still care for you, because I couldn't hate you. You and I both know that." she whispered against his lips.
"Ella, I think I love you" he hotly breathed before kissing her lips.
Her hands found their way to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
He loved the way she tasted, and he loved the way her lips molded perfectly with his.
He held her so close. So, so close. Never wanting this moment to end.
They both wished to have this moment for life.
Of which they would.
yes, they have only known each other for 2 1/2 months.
and nO ITS NOT TOO EARLY FOR THEM TO FALL IN LOVE.
trust me, it doesn't take long to know you love someone. 😐
