Demons

Chapter 49

So this wasn't the first time.

We had both had our fair shares of walking away from each other, but those times always ended the same way. Somehow, within the mess of our emotions and flaws, we ended up in each other's arms and happy. Genuinely happy. But only because we fought for each other the way that everyone deserved to be fought for. That was what made our friendship. That was why I cherished him so, along with the millions of other reasons.

But right now, I didn't know what to do. Zayn had left me dumbfounded, again. Not for long, though. Disregarding the four coffee cups filling up with the black liquid and leaving them for Ivy to clean up, I ran after him. Even if I wanted to stay in here, I had to go for him. Whatever magnetism we had was too great and strong for me to fight. So why even try?

Bursting out of Rusty's, no doubt with all eyes on the crazy girl who just ran after a boy, I looked around the dark street to find a man in a leather jacket making his way away from me. It didn't take much searching however, because Zayn was conspicuous in my eyes.

"Zayn! Wait!" I shrieked, gaining speed on him as I ran twice as fast as he calmly walked. Still no response at all from him. "Zayn, please let me explain myself to you."

At my plea did he finally somewhat acknowledge me by stopping to a standstill and turning around cautiously. But he didn't look at me, he wouldn't. What was wrong with him? I took as many steps closer to him until our bodies were touching — just as he did when he would apologize to me; it had worked for him so many times that it should've worked for me.

But that was in vain. Instead of accepting my touch and my hands for holding, he backed away. And I couldn't exactly corner him, we were on the sidewalk.

"Okay, what's the matter with you?" I asked, having used up basically all my physical tricks. There were only two things left for me to do. Either explain everything to him or kiss him to catch him off guard. And of 'course I chose the former over the latter.

"You were going to explain something to me, Lace?" Zayn circumvented my question to him, getting straight to the point.

"Uh, yes I just wanted to – err, well I just want to know why you're upset with me." I lied once more, but my stuttering gave me off.

"Considering that you were going to 'explain yourself to me' tells me that you already know why. So why don't we cut the shit already, alright?" He hissed at me, growing impatient with me.

"Okay, yes I may have told you that Harry and I were still dating."

"Oh, so you do know after all." Zayn spoke sarcastically, annoying me further.

"Well, I admitted it. But I know that the fact alone about Harry and I breaking up isn't what you're upset about. What else do you got?" I groaned, and Zayn's eyes narrowed at my attitude with him.

"Do you really not get it, Lacey? I expected more sense from you when it came to us." He shook his head in disapproval at me, fueling my anger by just slightly striking the match to my dynamite.

"How can you expect that from me when all you ever did was hide practically everything from me? Your trust is like a concrete 20 foot wall, and I don't think it's possible for me to break it down." I threw my hands up, but he swiftly grabbed hold of them and caught me by surprise, throwing them by to my side with force.

"Don't you dare talk to me about trust right now, Lacey." His lips came dangerously close to mine as he lowered his voice to threateningly low, almost leaving me completely breathless.

"And why not?" I crossed my arms, now waiting for his explanation.

"Because, you know what you are? You're a liar." He stated simply, and my jaw dropped a little.