Fate Chooses

Chapter 28: Heart vs. Brain

ALLANA'S P.O.V.

"Uh, hi Perrie." Zayn mumbles giving her a half hug. My mouth is dropped open and is forming an O. "What are you doing here?" He asks stepping away from her. The blond is bouncing up and down and has a huge smile on her face.

"Well I told you I was coming, Silly!" She laughs messing up his hair. "How are you boys?" She asks grabbing onto Zayn's arm and pulling him with her. Zayn looks at me and gives me a sheepish smile, and I finally close my mouth.

"Uh, good. How are you Perrie?" Harry asks looking over at me quickly.

"Wonderful now that I'm here!" She exclaims way to cheerily. "Oh, and who are these two ladies?" She asks motioning over at Sam and I.

"This is Sam, Niall's new girlfriend-" Zayn starts to explain but she interrupts him.

"Oh, well then welcome to the GirlFriend group! We will have so much fun together!" Perrie says giving Sam a hug. Sam laughs half-heatedly, looking over at me. "And who is this?" She asks looking over at me, studying my every move.

"This," Zayn says pulling his arm away from her. "Is the girl I told you about when you called me. This is Allana and we have been going out on a few dates now..." Perrie automatically scowls at me.

"Oh. HER. But Zayn we're still going out!" She says looking over at him, and my heart drops. They're still going out?

Hurt registers on my face and Liam notices. He immediately goes to my side and gives me a hug, which I don't return.

"Is that true?" Sam asks for me, looking between Zayn, Perrie, and I.

"No it isn't Lanna-" Zayn starts to say but is interrupted by Perrie.

"Why of course it is!" Perrie says with a smile while nudging Zayn in the ribcage with her elbow. "We are HAPPILY in love! Isn't that right, Zaynie?"

"Zaynie?" Sam squeaks as I can practically feel the wind being knocked out of me. I look to Zayn and he is looking down at the ground. I can feel the tears already coming to my eyes. I excuse myself quietly before I can spill over in tears. I run up the stairs and into my room. I hear someone call my name right when I lock the door, but I don't reply back.

I slump to the floor of my bedroom, bringing my knees to my chest. Thoughts are running through my mind like a herd of animals stampeding. Just when I thought things were actually turning around for me, they get whiplashed back into trouble. Why do I even try anymore? I should have never listened to my heart in the first place. This is why your brain controls your body, not your heart. The heart can make foolish decisions based on lies, while the brain makes decisions based on logic and truth. Never in my life have I felt so betrayed. Just once why can't I be the girl who gets Prince Charming, not my sister or anyone else! I keep lying to myself about what I want, not what I need.

And now, it feels like I don't need anyone.

There were always strong, independent women all through-out history who didn't need a man. So many women stood up for what they thought was right, even if it wasn't a popular idea during their time. Just once, I wish I could be like those women. Not the foolish teenage girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. Not the girl who trusts someone right away. Not the girl who just, I don't know, needs to feel wanted of needed.

And I don't think I am wanted or needed now.

Crazy thought, yes, but it feels so right. Feeling a wave of confidence sweep through my body, I stand up, and wipe my tears. I open up my closet door, and stand on my tippy-toes to grab my suit case. I start to pack all of my clothes, except for a change of clothes for tomorrow. I pack only some of my belongings so it looks like I am not leaving. Humming the song, "You need me, I don't need You" by the brilliant Edward Sheeran, I keep packing, and packing, and packing. I bring my laptop up onto my lap, and I book myself an airplane ticket back to Detroit, Michigan for the first thing tomorrow. It is pricey, yes, but I can pay for it with all of my earnings from working at my job at the Bait & Tackle shop at one of the Marinas near Toledo. Eh, it sounds like a pathetic job, but it pays the bills.