Someone Else's Fairytale (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 25: Someone Else's Movie Moment

Chapter 25: Someone Else's Movie Moment

I realized I hadn't closed my blinds all the way when rays of sun poked through my window and disrupted my sleep. I lazily rolled to the other side and desperately tried to slip back into sleep. I had been in the middle of a wonderful dream. I couldn't remember what it was about, but I still had that warm feeling that it had been good. I had some indescribable urge to go back to it, to relive it. But, even though I tried my hardest to get back to that deep part of sleep, I couldn't return to that place. It faded faster the more I concentrated on getting back to it.

I jumped up all of a sudden because my brain had finally woken up enough to realize that today was the day. The boys were leaving. A weight hit my chest with incredible force, but I was able to handle not seeing people. I only saw my dad once a week. Still, I had grown close to these boys, and I would miss them. Then, a sleepy smile made its way to my face as I realized that I would talk to Zayn today. I would tell him. That was it. I didn't care anymore. My dad helped me accept something that I had been fighting all this time. While I should have been fighting for my feelings, not against Kadence's but for my own, I kept quiet.

I was careful to get dressed in a slightly presentable T-shirt of mine and athletic shorts, girls' athletic shorts this time. I attempted to tame my curls, but nothing was working this early. So, I tied it off in a side braid and gave myself a nod of approval in the mirror. No need to go all out. This boy had seen me all summer in much worse conditions. Finally, it was my hunger that gave me the push I needed to go downstairs. And, glancing at the clock, I saw that it was time for lunch. As I went downstairs to find something to eat, I realized how quiet it was in the house. It was too quiet for a full house. My bare feet made a soft thud on the tile kitchen floor. Kadence was sitting at the kitchen table eating a cheese quesadilla halfheartedly. She gave me a small smile then returned to her food.

“Why is it so quiet?” I asked. “Where are the boys?”

“They left about thirty minutes ago,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows together. “I thought you knew.”

“No, I didn’t,” I said.

Half of me was sad about not getting to say goodbye and talk to Zayn, but the other half knew that maybe it was better this way. Still, I was a little annoyed that no one bothered to wake me up. It's not like I won't see them again for a long time. No big deal. Not like I had something important to say. No big deal.

“I just can’t believe I didn’t know,” I shook my head slowly as I mindlessly wandered to the cabinet. “I mean, out of this full of a house, and I didn’t hear a word.”

Kadence frowned sympathetically, and I could sense her guilt. I decided to not torture her any further. This made things much easier. I raised a hand out to grab a muffin from the pantry but froze in midair. If I were a cartoon, a light bulb would've just appeared above my head. It was one of those moments.

Now that they were gone, there was nothing holding me back. Kadence and Zayn obviously hadn't gotten together, and quite frankly, I needed to say my bit even if they were dating. It was eating me up. It had been eating at me for a long time now, making my stomach turn and tugging on my insides painfully. I wasn't angry at either one of them, but there were words that I needed to say before they destroyed me.

So, I walked back over to stand near the table, facing Kadence and crossing my arms to give me the courage only confident posture could bring, and said, “Look, I just wanted to tell you that I was really pissed off the other night. That's why I drank so much.”

Kadence winced and said, “I assumed as much. We had quite the argument, didn't we?”

I frowned. “We did, but I'm not mad. I have to tell you some things. That's all.”