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Chapter Seventy-Five

Since I stayed home from school today I decided to post a chapter.. Enjoy!!

Elena's POV

"Where do you think he went? I hope he's okay.." Samantha paces the floor.

"He's just upset, I'll call him and see where he is." I say.

I hold the phone up to my ear, he answers on the fourth ring.

"What?" He pants.

"Where are you? Where did you go?" I ask him, Samantha watches me as she bites her nails nervously.

"I don't know, a park?" He says, frustration clear in his voice.

"Please come back, Zayn. You can't just keep running away from your problems." I tell him.

"It's always me, Elena. I always fall in love with the wrong people. The people who don't want me.. why do I always fall in love with people who won't ever fall in love with me back? What's wrong with me?" He cries.

"I'm so sorry, Zayn.. I had no idea this was gonna happen, it's not your fault." My heart aches for him, he can really never catch a break.

"Can I talk to him?" Samantha asks me quietly. I hesitate before handing the phone over to her.

"Zayn.. It's me.. It's Sam." She says into the phone.

"Listen to me, I'm sorry.. Just come back and we can talk, alright? Please?" She pleads.

"Thank you.." She says and then hands me the phone.

"So is he coming back?" I ask her. She motions for the two of us to sit down.

"Yeah he said he was on his way back." She tells me.

"If you don't mind me asking.. What happened between the two of you?" I ask her.

"Don't get me wrong I love Zayn.. I mean I think I still love him. But the night he told me he loved me my parents tried, uh, they hurt me.. and I couldn't take it anymore so I left earlier for America then I was supposed to. I never meant to hurt him, he was the last person I ever wanted to hurt. When I got to America my aunt took me in and she's basically the mother that I wanted and needed and I was happy. After I got out of rehab I met Evan he's one of my aunts friends son and that's just kinda how everything .. happened."

"Oh, you went to rehab?" I ask, Zayn really didn't tell me much about her

"It was the reason I came to America." She says, "I did plan on going back but I felt so ashamed for leaving like I did so stayed away. I know it was wrong, he deserved more then just some letter. You don't know how bad I feel." She admits.

"Elena."

I stand from my seat at the sound of Zayn's voice.

"The cars here." He tells me.

"So that's it? You're leaving?" Samantha asks him.

"I'll meet you back at the hotel, yeah?" Zayn's says to me. I nod and walk towards him, hugging him.

"I'm sorry, Zayn." I whisper to him, I exit the bakery and climb into the car.

"Take me back to the hotel, please." I tell the driver and he nods.

I just hope that everything goes well between Zayn and Samantha..

He deserves to be happy and I think with her, he can be. That Evan person just needs to get out of the picture somehow. I owe it to Zayn to help him so if that means I have to take drastic measures then I will.

When I get to the hotel I pull out my phone and text Zayn asking if everything is going okay.

Just then my phone rings and I answer it without hesitation, "Zayn?"

"Sorry to disappoint." Calum's voice says through the phone speaker.

"Sorry, I just left Zayn and Samantha at her bakery they were talking things out and turns out Samantha has a boyfriend. Zayn was heartbroken.. he stormed out the bakery and ended up in a park somewhere. I can't believe this happened, I thought they would see each other and all the feelings they had for each other would just.. ignite?" I sigh.

"It's okay, baby. You couldn't do anything to change that, it's out of your hands. Zayn didn't expect her to be single for the rest if her life did he?" Calum says. It's kinda true.. It wouldn't have been healthy for either of them to mope around and feel sad all the time.

"Yeah but same deserves her. He needs her.. and I'm gonna help him." I tell Calum.

"What are you gonna do?" He questions me.

"I dunno yet.." I admit. "But I do know one thing, I'm gonna break up Samantha and Evan."

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-M.xx