Can't Get Enough

26.

26.

***four months later***

"April showers bring May flowers."

Zayn's POV

four months clean and it felt amazing. I was finally done with finals, acing all of them. Being first in the class was a breeze. And it was all for Leila.

I walked out of the school with my arm around my girl. She wore short sleeves shirts now, and my was it sexy. Our scars were healing, slowly but surely. I'd never felt so genuinely content in my life. I hadn't had a bad day since the snow melted, and I intended to keep it that way. I was determined to enjoy my summer.

And yknow, I've come to a conclusion about Leila's passing.

The truth will set you free.

And it has. Thank you, Leila. For setting me free.

"How about I take you on a cute little date to celebrate the last day of junior year?" I looked at my girlfriend, whom I was so unhealthily in love with, and I tapped her cute little button nose as she nodded, so unhealthily in love with me.

I wasn't letting this one go.

Perrie's POV

Short sleeves never felt so good. Four months clean and going strong. I didn't think I was able enough to come even this far. I have Leila to thank. She believed in me when no one else would. And her belief made me believe.

"Lets get some Johnny Rockets!" I said, kissing my handsome boyfriend on the cheek. His car smelled like pine cones, it was a nice change from the skunky aroma of marijuana. I'd come to love it, we picked it out together during our one-month clean celebration. I've come to terms with the angel flying away, because I realized something.

You can't learn to fly with permanent training wheels.

Thank you Leila, for taking off the training wheels. Now I'm biking through an everlasting park. And it's beautiful.

Jesy's POV

"Are you all packed?" I was at my boyfriend's doorstep with all of my luggage. Visiting his relatives in England was a trip I was ready for. It was about to be hot, and so was I in my crop tops and shorts. Four months without a finger down my throat and I'd never felt so beautiful. After Liam and I started working out together, I was really starting to feel more confident in myself. He laughed at my bags-I only had about six, but he thought it was hilarious.

"I see you are." He slung a duffel bag over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes.

"Love your shorts. They show off your figure." I smiled, and silently thanked Leila. I had finally noticed something and come to terms with her death.

Everyone is beautiful, no matter where they are. And I know she's shining in a better place, and I'm shining on earth for her. Thank you, Leila.

Liam's POV

As I walked hand-in-hand with my beautiful girlfriend to my car, I began loading and thought about my report card. I'd passed junior year. All with the help of her. I thought I was going to be a deadbeat and prove my parents right. They thought I couldn't make it big like my sisters in England. They thought I didn't have the intelligence. But I did it. I survived the toughest academic year with the help of the people who actually cared about me. And I'd made a decision that helped me get over her passing.

You don't have to be smart to be wise. And I was becoming living proof of that with each passing day, contrast to our angel in the ground.

Louis POV.

I met Perrie and Zayn at Johnny Rockets. The fifties diner had an atmosphere I'd grown to love, and the employees had grown to love me back. Betty, the manager, kept offering me a job, but I kept refusing because I'd made the varsity soccer (or football) team. A dream of mine for a while. I'd convinced Perrie to order our food, which gave me some alone time with Zayn. I took a deep breath. Here we go.

"Zayn?" He looked up, his beautiful eyes sparkling. This was gonna be hard.

"Two things. Serious time."

He nodded and smiled.

"Whatever it is, I'm here for you." Right. Whatever it was.

"I'm...I...I like boys."

I saw his eyebrows raise, but he kept his composure, chin resting on hands.

"Especially Pakistani ones with beautiful blonde girlfriends. Ones like...you."

I felt myself turn red and my body started to preheat like an oven. He stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke.

"I mean, I am pretty hot."

I nervously laughed.

"Don't be uncomfortable, Lou. I appreciate you telling me. I know it must be hard, I can't even imagine. I wish I could give you the love you deserved, but I already owe my heart to Perrie. But what's one thing Leila taught us? To believe in ourselves, and push our limits. I know you'll find somebody worthy. I'm just not it."

He was perfect, even rejecting me. Perrie came back then, holding a tray full of food and humming a familiar song.

"Cow go moooo!" Zayn sang.

"Fish go bluuuub!" I continued, feeling lighter, now that the weight was off my chest. My burden was gone. And I'd never felt so free.

"But what the fox say?!" Perrie sang louder.

we all yelled the incomprehensible sounds Ylvis passed off as singing as we ate our food and doubled over in laughter. As Perrie slid in the booth next to Zayn, he gave me a reassuring smile. I'm not sure if I'll ever get over him, until I meet my husband. I saw a cute guy ordering food. I glanced at him checking me out. Maybe I already have.

I had the best friends in the world.

If only Leila could see us now.

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Harry had become almost nonexistent. His body was here, but everything else would be stuck on Leila, and I assumed they would be until he read the letter. He just refused to believe he would be set free after reading it, at fear of losing it all over again.

Little did he know, he'd already lost it.

Has he? We'll find out...XO