All these years later

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Olivia's POV

All it took was one look, and all those memories and the pain attched to them came back

I knew I never should've came to this party. My only goal for tonight was to stay away from him.

haha to late, my conscience mocked

Shit he's walking towards me. I'm like 1 second away from singing the llama song. NOOOOOO. I'm invisible, Please god tell me he forgot me. It hurts to look at him because he could've been mine. If only I hadn't made that one mistake that led to us never speaking again.

Ok, act natural. Where the fuck are my friends when I actually need them.

His hazel eyes were on me, piercing through my soul , even though he was talking to someone else, that stopped him in his way. I made a run for it. I tried finding my three very "awesome and supporting friends".

Until I felt cold hands hold my arm. I froze right there. If it was who I think it is, my life might as well just end.

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Zayn's POV

Why the fuck was she running from me. I have to go talk to her. As I started walking to towards her someone stopped me.

" Malik, can you do me a favor?"

" What, do you want, Harry" he was fidgeting

"Can I borrow your car" his eyes widened. I wanted to laugh, but then I noticed that Olivia wasn't there anymore.

I quickly gave Harry my car keys and left.

" Thanks, Zayn" he shouted from the back. I swear if he does something to my car, I... don't know what I would do.

Where did she go? I spotted her redish hoodie in the crowd. I made my way to get and grabbed her hand. I felt goosebumps on her hand and my own. She turned around and that's when I noticed how much she had changed. Her big eyes were open with shock. She was so beautiful, so innocent.

"Hey" I said to her

"Hh..hey" she was nervous you could just tell by her face. All I wanted to do was kiss her.

Olivia

"Hh..hey" was all that came out of me.
He had changed. He was wearing a gray shirt and black skinny jeans. Oh god, Zayn had tattoos all over his arms.

"So do you just wanna stare at my face or go do something"

I was still in shock.

"Um, ineedtogofindmyfriends" I mumbled

"Speak a little louder I can't hear you, cuz of the music" he leaned in a bit. Ok, I'm pretty sure this is a dream.

A dream that I didn't want to end.


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