Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

12. I Don't Regret You

*Zayn's P.O.V*

I was downstairs with Harry, Aeron, and Liam.

Liam came over earlier today. He says its because he has nothing to do at home. I don't see how. He's been seeing some girl for a few weeks now. He could have just invited her over and they could have hung out, but maybe he just didn't want too.

"So, Liam. How is everything with your lady friend?" Aeron asked from beside Harry.

Harry chuckled from in the middle of drinking his water and almost choked.

Liam smiled from looking at his cellphone, but continued what he was doing on it. After he finished, he looked up, with a smile still plastered on his face.

"We're not seeing each other anymore."

My face fell and so did Harry and Aeron's. We looked at each other and back at Liam. You can't have on a smile when you say you aren't seeing anyone. Well, you can. Just not like Liam's. He looked alittle overexcited to be single. Again.

"I thought you guys had something going?" I query.

"Nah."

"Well, why not?" Harry asked.

"She was clingy and honestly, it was getting annoying." He reciprocates.

I chortled and sat back against the couch, taking my phone from my pocket and scrolled through the apps I had. Facebook, Skype, Temple Run, Twitter, Face Time.

I haven't been on Twitter in months. Same with Facebook. All of the rumors about my family and love life were getting out of control and distancing myself from that hate and disrespect seemed to help. Some fans tried their hardest to get me to stay on with saying they'd keep the haters away and protect me, but going off of what they say wouldn't have helped. I told them I'd be back within the next few months, but I don't think I'm quite prepared for that.

I was brought from my thoughts by a familiar rythm of footsteps coming down the stairs. Appearing from around the corner was Elizabeth. My breathing quickened and my heart thumped hard enough to hear through the various sounds of phones going off from text messages or Twitter notifications.

Her short brown hair came down to her shoulders and was curled; with a black headband running across the bump that I'm sure she put in on purpose, sculpting her heart shaped face, and made her beautiful blue irises pop. Her eyelids were dusted in a blue color and her eyelashes were darker than usual. Her cheeks were rosie and I guess that was blush or something. She was dressed in a pair of yellow skinny jeans that fit nicely around her thighs and bum, a blue camisole, black jacket, and a pair of black Supras.

She turned and looked at me, making my heart flutter when she smiled that gorgeous smile, revealing her perfectly white teeth. Elizabeth walked into the kitchen and for the first time in about twenty seconds, I felt like I could take a normal breath without collapsing.

I let out a sigh of relief and felt someone tap my shoulder. I glanced over at Harry. He had a look on his face, telling me to leave her alone. I held up my hands, agreeing to back off.

I looked back down at my phone with a grin on my face. Just her looking at me has made me so much happier. No matter how many times Harry tells me to leave her alone, I know my feelings are going to get me in trouble.

Elizabeth came back in the room.

"Harry, can I borrow your keys?" She asked him.

Her voice was like a thousand angels singing.

"Yeah, sure. They're on the hook." He replied, pointing to the area beside the door.

"Thanks." She chirped, snatching them then leaving.