Rogue (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 23: Louis and Jenna

I never took myself as someone who would hit the gas pedal hard to chase the love of my life; or whatever. Ironically though, I did. I mean, if you count all the running from the hospital front gate to the car and then the drive and everything. But that coward-nature that I've grown up with, overcame me. So what did I do?

I missed it. Ugh, and I couldn't be more mad at myself.

All the way, I thought of what I'd say or do when I saw him. But in reality, I didn't get a goodbye hug or a goodbye kiss. Hell, I didn't even get a proper face to face meeting with him. I chickened out, 'cause that's what I always do--make things harder.

I parked my car in the massive parking lot of the airport departure aisle but couldn't get myself to step out and look for him. I sat in my drivers spot, with my head on the wheel, letting my feelings out. It didn't help that I was carrying my mother's invitation card in my purse and that led to more wet drama. It said three days until the wedding in the ever so posh gold italics.

This all was too painful.

It was one of those moments, where I knew I was going to regret it for the rest of my life, but still couldn't bring myself to do what should have been done. I stayed there, in the cold spot for quite a while until driving out, back home to my apartment.

My stomach was tied into knots and although fresh air was something that I needed at the moment, I longed for my bed just a little bit more. The sun had set too, found its comfort unlike me, and the darkness engulfed the streets. I aimlessly drove around the busy lanes near my building looking for parking spots.

Jenna was home, so was her fiancé Louis, they were packing when I stepped into the apartment. The entire living room had cardboard boxes scattered around with lids open and her stuff peeking out. It reminded me of--you know what? Never mind. That chapter of my life is closed now.

"Hi, Anya." Jenna said, busing folding her clothes neatly into the open stroller on the bed whereas Louis was prancing, shifting his attention from one box to another.

"Hey, are you okay?" Louis stepped up to me, holding my shoulders and giving that warm look I found strangely comforting.

"Yeah, it's nothing." I said.

"Is it Zayn?" To be honest, I didn't even know Louis but his personality was so inviting and friendly that at the time, I didn't mind. I'd only met him once, I think, but he was Zayn's roommate, if I'm not wrong.

We sat down on the couch, me in the middle with Louis and Jenna rubbing my back.

"He left." I hugged Jenna and couldn't hold back the tears.

"I know, babe. It'll be fine." She told me and Louis muttered a few words too, all in a haze. It didn't feel right; crying in front of people I barely knew and/or Zayn in general.

Several minutes later, Louis brought me a mug of hot steaming coffee and we camped on the worn out couch that belonged to Jenna, which she wasn't taking with her, and talked. To take my mind off things, they told me stories about how they met. A few included Jenna's kindergarten kids' stories and the others were Louis' football kids' training. We talked a lot while Louis completely avoided the topic of Zayn, leaving me curious about how he really fit into New York at the first place, coming from Europe and everything.

Only after two hours had I calmed myself down and breathed a little, I didn't want to tread into the dangerous waters again. Stay on the safe side, I told myself, and busied to ready up for the midnight waitressing shift, inviting Louis and Jenna for a free snack at The Diner with me; as a thank you.

Yet I couldn't help myself into thinking about his departure. All things come to an end but only when you're not prepared for the ending, it's painful.

Oh, and it hurts like a b!tch.

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A/N
Don't hate me.
Maddie xx

I wanna start a new fic, actually! This one is just headed nowhere (coming from nowhere indeed). With you know, reverse theme? How all AUs are with Zayn from a rugged background. But what if the female MC is from a ghetto place and Zayn is the good kid (not a nerd per se); just the opposite of the girl.
Idek anymore.