Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Letters

Tegan's P.O.V
London
March 2015

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"Dear Tegan,"

A knock on my door caused me to quickly shove the letter under my bum.

"Come in!" I called, nervously. Zayn opened my door.

"Dinner is done." He smiled at me.

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute." I tried to say, casually.

"What do you got there?" Zayn asked, walking over to me. I stayed silent as he looked around at the gifts and cards from the other boys. He picked up the card from Harry and scanned it. He started laughing, mechanically. "This is too good." He threw the card down. He looked at me, and I stayed quiet. "They're so funny. Come on let's go eat."

I nodded.

I didn't understand what was so funny. Zayn turned his back, and I quickly threw the letter under my bed. I stood up, and followed Zayn out of my room and into the kitchen.

The kitchen smelled of roast. I hate roast, lovely. On the small table were three plates already sat. Zayn sat next to Perrie, so I sat in the other chair.

"So, we enrolled you into school." Perrie informed me, as I forked some vegetables.

"Already?" I blurted.

"Yes, we thought it would be good to get you back into school, with people your age." Zayn explained.

"Yeah," I said, meekly.

"We could go school clothes shopping!" Perrie wiggled her eyebrows.

"That would be fun!" I forced a smile.

I felt so empty here. I loved Zayn and Perrie to death, but it just didn't feel right.

We kept small talk the rest of dinner. After I finished my whole plate of food, I joined Zayn at the sink to help him.

"You know how readable you are?" Zayn asked me, chuckling.

"I am?"

"You don't like it here." He sounded sad.

"It just feels different, that's all." I assured him, rinsing off my plate, and setting it in the dishwasher.

"You'll adjust. I promise Tegan, this is best for you." Zayn stated, seriously. I nodded. "You can still sing if you'd like."

"Can I write my own songs?" I asked, hopefully.

"Sure you can! We dropped that song writer, so you're free to sing what ever you'd like."

I smiled genuinely. Well, that's good news!

"I can handle this, go do whatever." Zayn shooed me out of the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Zayn." I said, then walked out of the kitchen, and to my room.

I swung open my door, and shut it quickly. I immediately dived to the ground and slide to under my bed. I fetched the letter, and brought it out from under the bed, so I could read it in the light. I took a deep breathe, and gripped each side of the papers.