Well I lived every moment with Zayn for my entire high school education. I loved him with all of my heart and I did everything for him. Depression has kicked in since he left for college, we had to break up. I stayed in Wisconsin and I'm on online college. Zayn told me that we should try to see other people and that he wasn't coming back to see me...
"So this is it then? You just end us like that? I thought we were going to work this out, like you said." I yelled at him. I felt the tears prick my eyes.
"What choice do I have Katie! We wont see each other and you and I both know not seeing each other will have an effect in our relationship." He replied. I was so furious.
"You promised forever!" I started crying. "What happened to 'I love you'? Where did that go?" I cried harder. He looked at me helpless. "Don't say anything, just leave. Get out." I pointed to my front door. I had just gotten an apartment hoping Zayn and I would live together in it for a while.
"Katie. Please-" I cut him off
"I said get out!" I shouted at him. I couldn't stop crying. I could barely see him walk out the door, out of my life. I stopped crying, and breathing, for a moment.
"Zayn." I whispered. I ran to the door and grabbed him just before he turned the corner to go down the stairs of the apartment building. he turned around and I jumped in his arms, he caught me and I kissed him. He started walking back to the apartment with me in his arms still. He kicked the door open, I had left it open. he took me to my room and he layed me on my bed and just kissed me over and over. we both knew we didn't want to take it any further for the fact that it might ruin him leaving. He held me in his arms as we stared at the wall, not really staring, but thinking of how things were going to be from now on. How our love would be destroyed.
He stayed the rest of the day, but that night he left. He told me never to call, or write. He said it would be easier with out communication. That's when this depression kicked in. I shut myself out from the outside world. the only friend I still had was Cheyanne. She visited me once and while to check up on me. I talk to her when she comes over, but no other way do I talk to her. I only saved one contact in my phone... and that was Zayn.
I never used his number, and he never used mine. Maybe he deleted it, maybe he's moved on. Maybe not. We don't email, or write letters. No communication, just like he wanted. I started thinking about what he last said to me and how angry I was. how angry I still am. Why am I crying over him? All he ever did was make this way. I hate the way he makes me feel. I hate him. I'm done crying! Today I'm leaving this stupid apartment, I'll go shopping, I'll go to Cheyanne's, I'll do something.
I won't be crying anymore, it's time for me to move on. He probably already did. I turned on my TV and flipped to the news.
"Our Hottest British boy band in America is here now visiting Wisconsin for their tour!! Here they are ladies and gentlemen, One Direction!" The news lady said. They showed every person.
"Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik!" I stood up in shock when I heard his name. Zayn was in a boy band? That happened to be so famous, but yet I haven't heard about them? Just then I heard a knock on the door. I froze. Could that be.... No. I took a deep breath, checked myself in the mirror just in case only to find myself looking awful. I took a shower today but man my eyes were red from crying and so was my nose.
"Just a minute!!" I shouted to the door. I quickly ran in the bath room and put a little mascara on. I looked a little more alive. I ran to the door, took a deep breath and opened it.
"Woah, you look different." Cheyanne said.
"I thought you were someone else." I whispered. I walked slowly back to the TV.
