The Significance of Potatoes and Carrots {COMPLETED}

Chapter 15-Feels Like Home To Me or Not!

Deca P.O.V

My heart shattered at the thought of Zayn and Perry, the irrational part of me was a blubbering mess inside as I left silently. The logical part of me was to confront him, to ask him what the bloody hell he was thinking, but I wasn’t thinking rationally. I was seeing red and my heart couldn’t take it.

Before I knew it, I had rushed out of the building, my hair blowing in my face as I tried to calm my beating heart; I hailed a taxi and arrived back at the hotel we were staying at in record time. I hurriedly, pulled my suitcase from under the bed as I scrambled to cram everything back into it. I stopped for a moment and realized my hands were shaking, my knees buckled beneath me before my adrenaline wore off. One by one a tear cascaded down my cheek, before I knew it, I was at the foot of the bed, with my knees pulled up to my chest bawling my eyes out. It hurt so much, I briefly wondered if this is how is felt to not breathe, to have no air.

After about two hours of crying, I had no tears left, I scribbled a note for the Scar and the lads, and I pulled out my cell and called the Airport, booking a flight back to the Caribbean. When I finished, I surveyed the room, wheeling my suitcase behind me, I gave it a sad smile before I closed the door behind me and made my way down to the lobby.

‘’You’ll see them again…someday, ‘’I assured myself out loud. I tugged on my beige coat as it started to get chilly.

I told the cabbie to head to the nearest airport as I leaned against the back seat. I sniffled silently but I held it in.

I would be returning back to my country, I would never cross Zayn Malik again.

They say when you are heading in one direction, note the irony of my statement, you can’t but look back, because I thought about the memories I had made with Scarlett, the girls and the guys.

Liam with his mother-Henning ways, captain sensible, the calm one, who always gave the best advice, I would miss him. He treated me like I knew a brother would treat his sister, all over-protective, gentle but firm, caring but serious. Niall, my buddy all things food, he was dear to my heart, his sparking baby blue eyes always shone when he was the most happiest, he gave the absolute best bear hugs. You could never go wrong with a Horan hug.

Louis, though we had our sass-outs, he was everything I imagined a twin would be, his immature ways, was something you learned to love and hate about him. He was a mischievous prankster, but would always protect you. Harry, I once had a crush on Harry Styles, but that was before I met him, before I saw how much in love he was with Scarlett and before I knew him as an actual person, not just a celebrity, he was simply Harry, just Harry.

Dani and Elle, those two girls were amazing, they were different from what I had imagined, Dani with her newly dyed blonde straight hair, though I think Liam missed his curly haired weirdo, the curls were adorable. Dani would tell you things honestly, she was like the female Liam, but more spontaneous. Elle, was like a female Lou, I know they went great together the first time I had seen the pairing on twitter, ‘’Elounor’’, it was interesting to say the least, she had his humor, but her laugh was so infectious, you could never not laugh while in her presence. I would miss them; it was like saying good bye to ole friends.

The way how I’m thinking now, you would think I would be reciting my last will and testament. I chuckled dryly.

‘’We’re here miss,’’ the Cabbie called out, as I shrugged off my thoughts and paid him. He helped me with my luggage. I thanked him and walked through the automatic doors of JFK.

I went to the front desk where all the ticket transitions happened and got my ticket, I paid my fee as she stamped my passport. I headed out the line so I could sit near to my gate.