Because she made me believe (ZAYN MALIK)

Game Over

Dedicated to MultiFandomelle

Song for this chapter: Style-Taylor Swift

Allana's POV

One week , seven days , 168 hours since hell broke loose on me. My irrational and impulsive outburst towards Cara kissing Zayn had cost me big time. Zayn had been clouding my thoughts every passing second and the guilt in my heart for hurting him had made me despise myself. However after engaging in self-loathing for two days , it dawned upon me that I need to take things in my hand to gain his trust back. I needed to prove to him that I wanted this as much as he did , maybe even more than him.

This is where my fear crept into my mind. I knew how rapidly Zayn had secured an indispensable place in my life and my happiness was beginning to revolve solemnly around him. Why I was restraining myself in showering my affection on him ? Everytime I took two steps ahead why did I take four steps back ? I was scared , scared that if I expressed how besotted I was with him , he would take me for granted. If he became aware of how impuissant I was without him , perhaps he would loose interest in me and walk away when he would find something or someone else more fascinating and worthy. Just the way my mum left me when she knew how much I loved her and how endangered I felt in her absence. She knew it , yet she left me.

No , No Allana stop comparing Zayn with your mother. Your unnecessary inhibitions are trampling your joy. Stop letting your past haunt your present. He deserves a chance , you deserve a chance with him. He has proven his fondness and it's time you exhibit your's as well.

And so I had tried , making every possible effort in sorting the differences between us. From numerous persuasive text messages to accepting my crush on him and calling him my favorite singer in front of all the boys ( I will thank Niall later for his big mouth because he indirectly helped me in earning brownie points since Zayn had become considerably softer after that ) . Not to forget dancing for him , that was the most mortifying moment of my life. Why did I follow Eleanor's idea when she seducing boys always worked wonders. Zayn seemed surprised by my change in disposition and he did enjoy the dance , his dilated pupils and the gasps leaving his mouth ensured I did effect him but then what ? He left miffed leaving me to cry again.

What more does he want me to do ? Climb on the Eiffel tower and apologise at the top of my lungs for him .

You would even do that Allana considering you are so whipped the voice in my head mocked at me.

Today he needs to make a final choice , I have learnt my lesson and I want him back and I mean it.

I shoot him a text my fingers typing faster than lightning.

To Zayn:

Hey !! Are we good now ? or are you still mad at me ? x

Ten minutes passed and just as I was about to begin to pull my hair my phone buzzed.

From Zayn:

I don't know.

What the hell is this suppose to mean ? I swear he is being difficult on purpose.

To Zayn:

But you were smiling at me all day and you seemed in a good mood. I thought the bad blood was cleared between us. X

Instantly my phone beeped.

From Zayn:

Judging again are we Miss Francis ? Still jumping to conclusions without knowing the truth....Somethings just don't change , do they ?