Carter's POV:
I woke up exhausted. Everything was exhausting.
I didn't even do my Science or English and I completely guessed for history. I didn't even open my math textbook. I drowsily got out of bed and felt like today was a mental health day.
It was Wednesday who really needs Wednesdays anyways?
I crawled back to the top of my bed and covered my head in covers and blankets and closed my eyes trying to forget about things for a bit.
"Carter...get up. You cannot hide from everyone" Tanner says in a drowsy morning voice as I attempt to ignore her.
"I'm good today" I laugh and feel a pillow hit my back lightly "and that didn't hurt!" I laugh a little.
"Get up!" she shouts and I groan and rise from my bed.
"We can go and get peppermint coffee if we skip class?" I bribe and she rolls her eyes in the dim light.
"Up now" she demands.
"Please let me waste my life in my bed" I beg and she groans and climbs from her own bed and pulls me to my feet.
"You can do this - you'll be okay. Things will get better. I promise." she smiles and gives me a tight squeeze before pushing me towards the bathroom and I giggle and nod. Though I'm not sure she is right she seemed so sure and that was all that mattered, that someone was sure of something. I decide that I can't let myself be sad about things I have no control over - Zayn is now a part of my past and I will have to deal with Niall as my future.
I dab toothpaste onto my slim orange toothbrush and quickly rinse my gums and mouth. I run my hands through my thick red hair and attempt to detangle before taking Tanner's straightener and singing my hair giving it an accentuated fullness and color I can't describe. I grab my makeup bag and add more makeup than usual attempting to impress those around me for no other reason other than that I was sad. I grab my phone and text Niall that I'll meet him for coffee then dial my familiar home number to have a most likely annoying phone call with my mom.
"Hey mom" I say as our answering machine answers usually she is up by now but since she isn't I'll talk and she can listen to it later.
"Just heading out to class...things are going good - I'm doing good" I lie and stare in the mirror "hope to see you soon. Call me back" I hang up and place my small device on the edge around the sink before walking out into the dorm room and rummaging through my clothes for something to wear. I settle on a green quarter-sleeve top despite the cold weather I think it's a nice choice. I grab a light pair of skinny jeans, change quickly, and then slip on Tanner's black Toms.
I grab my bag and notebooks and rush out the door saying goodbye to Tanner on the way out and for the first time this week - things seem normal again. I can breathe again.
Zayn's POV:
I'm lying in my empty bed thinking about the brunette I just sent out. I'm a wreck, I miss her. I didn't even have her and I miss her. I need her, I crave her – she was never mine to have and I still need her more than I’ve needed anyone in my entire life.
I get up slowly and contemplate today’s events, school, work, come home, go out, bring someone home, go to bed with them, wake up, and start over. I don’t want to live this way anymore; I want her back. I stroll to my closet and pull on a random plain black shirt and light blue jeans then slip into my black boots and comb down my hair. I send Tanner a good morning text telling her I’ll see her after classes. I grab my small notebook and rush out the door.
Late as usual
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