II.
Zayn's P.O.V.
*two months later*
It's been two months... Two complete months without him. Without his smile. Without his hands holding mine. Without his lips telling me he loves me, even though his actions tell me something else.
I'm empty. Empty like a crayon box without it's colors...
My heart broken in pieces that I can't fix and my stubborn mind that doesn't want to let him go. I'm alone and empty. Not even the warm sun burning my skin makes me feel alive anymore. I cried day and night, without sleep. Like if crying a river would bring him back to me.
Louis had cheated on me with some guy he had found at a bar and I found out because of his snapchat story. I sometimes wish I had ever opened his story...
'I don't even care if he cheats on me anymore.' I said to myself once. I just wanted to be his, but he wanted to be free.
Free like a bird. A bird that can fly into any nest just for a night and leave the next day. He left because he knew it hurt me. It hurts me to think he didn't love me the way I did. The way I still look for his love underneath my sheets, but it's all gone now.
Harry came over the other day to help me out with something's be he failed at making me feel any better. Instead he told me I had to get over, Louis. I chuckled to his words. I bet he doesn't even know the meaning of love.
But he told me something, something that I never thought of... He said I was obsessed with Louis, but no. He's wrong. That's just how much love we had. The passion in every single kiss. Every touch of skin made me want him more, made me lose my mind not know what other way to show him how much I loved him... But I guess I wasn't good enough for him. And now I'm empty.
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I'm write these short intros just to try to get each character in here already.
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