They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 28 Zayn /

It must have been two months since Gwen left. You must be wondering what I am feeling right now: lonely. I feel lonely when I lost Gwen. I feel very empty since Gwen is gone. Pretty pathetic of me, huh? This is what happens when you keep on fighting with your best mate about a girl.

Harry and I worked things out already. We both apologized to each other and became best mates again. We made a pact to not fight over a girl. If we do fight over a girl, which I don't think is going to happen, we'll both talk it out until we understand each other.

But about Gwen, I miss her everyday. I really do. I tried to call her two months ago, but she wasn't picking up and it goes straight to voicemail.

"Hey, Gwen. It's me, Zayn." I said the one time I called her. I called her for one week, several calls a day, but she really doesn't want to answer. This was the last time I tried to talk to her by using voicemail. "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I was really acting stupid when I tried to make you decide on what to do. I just really hope you'll forgive me. Harry and I made up by the way. We were going to apologize to you but you already left. I just wanted to say, please come back. We really miss you. Jasmine misses you the most. Bye."

This was the last time I called her again. As usual, it came to voicemail. "Gwen," I stopped for a minute, thinking of what to say. "I miss you. I miss you so much. Also, I love you. I really love you. I should have told you this earlier. But I really love you. I want to be with you. I really want you to come back. Please. But if you don't, I'll try to move on. I just wanted to say I love you so much. Please call me back."

Two moths. I tried to move on. I really did, but I couldn't. Everyday, I'll wait for her to call me, staring at my phone for hours and hours. And when it did ring, it was only the lads or the management. I really meant what I said to her in the voicemail. I really loved her and I miss her so much. I just want to wrap my arms around her again. I want to kiss her one more time and make it last. I want to say those words to make her believe that I really meant it. I just want her so bad.

I want her body next to mine all the time, where I can wrap my arm around my waist and kiss her on her temple. I want her to lay beside me, where her back is on my chest and I can smell her hair and whisper on her ear and kiss the back of her head. I want to hug her like there's no tomorrow and kiss her on the forehead. I want to slide my hands on her waist and kiss her badly until we ran out of breath. I really wanted her badly.

But it seems so impossible to feel her when she's all the way in America while I am here in England. It seems so impossible for that to happen when she is mad at me because of my stupid mistake. It seems so impossible to talk to her when she doesn't want to pick up my calls or reply my messages. It seems so impossible for her to love me back again when one mistake made her doubt to be with me. I made it impossible because of a stupid mistake. I really messed up this time. Now it's impossible to have her back.

I don't even know if she misses me or not. I don't even know if she loves me or not. I don't know if she still remembers me or remembers the memories we had. I want to see her again. I want to wrap her in my arms and never let her go. I want to whisper things on her ear that I never said before. I don't want her to leave anymore. I want her back.

We were in Allan's studio when a delivery came for Jasmine. As Jasmine opened the box, she smiled greatly at it. I didn't know what it was, but she looks so proud of it.

"What's that, baby?" Liam asked, putting his arm around her waist. I really admired Jasmine and Liam's relationship. I can see how much they really love each other. From all the relationships we all had, they were mostly the one who get the cutest couple. They actually won an award for it.

"Look, it's Gwen." My head lifted up higher when I heard her name. We all gathered around the magazines that Gwen sent her. The cover page was all her. What I noticed from all the pictures, she looked different. She looked more confident, stronger than she was. Maybe leaving made her heal. There was one magazine that talked about her story.