Marcel’s POV
“Mars, you won’t believe what happened earlier!” Maggie excitingly said. “Anyway, where have you been?”
“I... I went home. I need to get my research paper for my English class later. I left it on my drawer so,”
“Uh, okay. I encountered Zayn this morning.” She said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, and he mocked me in front of his friends.”
“Did he hurt you?” I asked.
“No, I’m absolutely fine. It was so amazing how this new guy appeared in time and blew him off,” she said. “And here’s a thing, this guy really looks a lot like you.” She continued.
“Oh, I wish I was there to see him.” I pretended.
“You really should have.” She said. “Hey your hand’s bruised. What happened?” she held my right hand and slightly kneads it.
“Huh? This one? Erm... I accidentally closed the drawer with my hand on it. That’s why.”
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s nothing. Have you eaten lunch?” I changed the topic.
“Not yet,” she replied. “Where were the lads?”
“Niall and Louis went to Barnsley last weekend.”
“When will they come back?” she asked.
“On Wednesday, I guess?”
“What about Liam?”
“He’s busy stalking on his crush,” I said.
“Really? Who?”
“I don’t actually know her name. But she’s a cheerleader. That’s why Liam always stays at the gym.”
“Oh, maybe it’s Gabrielle.”
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Zayn’s POV
*FLASHBACK*
I sat beside her and brushed her messy hair with my fingers. “Go away,” she said.
I pouted. She looked so gloomy again. If only I can make her smile in just a flash, if only I can take her sorrows away. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
She sobbed and fell into tears. It totally broke my heart seeing her like this. She means a lot to me. She means more than just a friend. She’s special. I knew she was special to me. And I don’t want anything or anyone make her feel like this. I won’t let anyone hurt her. I won’t let anything break her down.
“Hey it’s okay,” I rubbed her back. “I’m here. It’ll be fine.”
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I knew it was her. The way she speaks, it was exactly the same girl I knew since. But she has changed, a lot. She got simpler than before, more beautiful than I remember.
It hurts how she can no longer recognize me. I stared at her, eye to eye. But it doesn’t even gave her a hint about who I really am. Is she mad at me? Did she intentionally forget me? Or is she just pretending? I don’t remember any rude things I have done to her. All I know is she’s the one who left me behind. Actually, I should be the one who has the right to get mad. She doesn’t even bother calling me since she left. Maybe she has really changed after all. Maybe I don’t know her anymore.
I'll be here by your side
No more fears, no more cryin'
But if you walk away I know I'll faint
'Cos there's nobody else
I sang harshly while wandering on some books in the bookshelf. Soft enough for anyone could hear. I’m in a library, anyway. I’m not that rude to make distractingly noise here. I can hardly recall how she loved this song. I remember how she felt so relieved every time I sang it to her.
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