Art [zjm]

Chapter Fourteen // Letter

Zayn comes back an hour as promised and lays on Sarah's old bed.

Dear Shaylen,

There are so many things I could say to you in this one letter. I don't really know how to start off but I am just trying my best.
I want you to know that I love you and hope you can understand that.
Do you remember that first day, in Art Class when we met? And you dreaded working with me? That was a setup. I know what you're thinking, that you're majorly confused but just keep reading.

My 'friends' and I made this sort of 'game' up a while ago. It was whenever we didn't have classes together.

We would find two girls and basically play them. Now that I am typing this out... It sounds even worse. It was really fucked up and I don't really know why we did it. Well besides me that did it... Harry did. But the reason we are different than the others is because we fell in love.

Yes, Harry did play Louis. At first it was all a game. Whoever fell in love, lost. Funny because none of us ever fell in love with any of the other girls we fucked. It wasn't a bet, even. It was just a sick game. I am not going to bullshit you and tell you that I haven't done things that I am not proud of, because I have.

Guess what? We both lost.

I know what you're thinking now, that you want to leave me as soon as possible. But I know that you won't. Or at least that is what I think. I don't want you to leave just because of my past. This is the shit that I thought was fun.

When I first saw you, I thought you would be easy. That you wouldn't put up a fight and would just let me fuck you at the first touch.

But I was wrong.

I am always wrong and I can't help but like to pretend that I'm right.

This isn't a letter explaining why you should forgive or any of that shit.

This is a letter explaining everything.

Everything that I am sure you have wondered in that pretty little mind of yours.

I always thought that I would be alone at this age. Living my days out and partying.

Sad, isn't it? To think of old Zayn dying alone.

I love you.

Forever and always.

Nothing can come between us.

I promise that even if you never want to talk to me again after this.

I am yours and you are mine.

The reason it hurts so much when we are separate is because our souls are connected.

And I have found my other half.

And it was always you.

My hands shake as I read the last four lines.

I am yours and you are mine.

The reason it hurts so much when we are separate is because our souls are connected.

And I have found my other half.

And it was always you.

My thoughts rush back to his little game that he played.

Why? I thought he had such a happy childhood.