Leaving You

Zayn's P.O.V

My hand punched the steering wheel angrily. I flew a rage fit right in the car after Leah called off our relationship. The thing that really got me was the fact that she acted like our engagement was a holiday. She could just take a break from it whenever she wanted. My heart was broken because of her.

It started when she left for two days. I knew something was up when she lied about driving to Manchester. Someone at home probably told her to leave me. Most likely her dad. He never really liked me, maybe I gave off the bad boy effect. I really loved his little girl, but I failed to tell her that I did.

Right before I left the hospital room she told me that she still loves me and I didn't say it back. I knew I hurt her badly. She can't just walk away when things get tuff. Especially now that we are committed.

I threw open the building door angrily. A few people looked but I couldn't give a shit. My feet led me to my flat door eventually. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Swirls of all emotions ran through me. One minute it was hate the other it was depression. I'd be without her warmth for a third night in a row. It killed me inside.

I saw a picture of us at her parents home playing in the snow. It was when we were rounding a year of our relationship. She looked so beautiful in the snow suit I'd bought her. It felt like just yesterday when we cuddled in the snow. Anger flared back into me and I knew the frame across the room. The glass smashed into a million pieces in the dinning room. My eyes saw other photos of us. Tears welted up as I brushed over her face. This one was from her birthday in Milan. I felt a tear fall and I remembered that she wasn't coming home to tonight. It made a loud crack as it made contact. The remains joined the other four messed up frames in a corner.

By now my cries were heard. Leah is my world and I loved her more than anything. And she walked away from us.

"Damn it." I screamed through tears. All of our memories came back to me. The memory of us exchanging I Love Yous for the first time in Ireland hung in my mind. We were crazy for each other after 5 months. Leah was just so down to earth and funny. We cried our eyes when I proposed. I dreamed of what she would look like in a white dress. Stunning as usual.

I left broke glass and decided to go to bed before 6:30. More of our memories came flooding back to me as I laid in bed. My cuts oozed blood. Leah would usually clean my cuts and kiss the bandaid. She wasn't her though.

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