*unedited*
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The Saterday passed in a daze. I don't think I have gotten up to eat or shower or even go to the restroom. I don't understand why Zayn's departure hurt me so badly. I don't understand what he meant to me until he left. As he walked down the street with the smirk plastered on his face I knew I'd been tricked. I knew the night before meant nothing.
Why did it hurt so badly? Like I had been betrayed.
it was only a mere moment in time, where i held him in my arms and I felt his cold beaten heart mold back together in such a tight bond... that moment to forever be lost in time..
I brought my body up, still not fully clothed as I looked at my toes, a rush hit my head, lightheadedness over coming me till I puked on my small carpet.
Shit!
I wiped my mouth and ran straight for the bathroom to vomit more.
Splendid.
My house phone began to ring, ring, ring, ring.
My head still towering over the toilet bowl, I was incapable to retrieve it.
The ringer went on and on only making me more nauseous.
Maybe half an hour passed, my body still huddled over the toilet before I got myself up, my whole body ached. I felt tired and the life was sucked out if me, looking in the mirror I looked disgusting, I had dark pools of purple under my eyes, my skin was as white as a ghost and I had a trail of saliva down my chin.
Now I realized why Zayn wanted no part of me, why he treated me like a game.
I was repulsive, my bare body making the marks on my thighs and wrists even more visible.
They were only beginning to fade finally, I had wished I would never see myself in this position again. Devastated beyond compare, looking tired and broken.
What happened to me back in London...I could never forget.
My house phone rang again and I think I had enough of it.
I took the telephone in my hand and clutched it so tightly to where it slowly began to crack, detaching from the wires on the wall.
Ringing once more and going to voice mail.
"Hey liam...it's Zay-"
CRACK
I through the phone at the wall, shattering into millions of pieces just like my heart
***
He called.....he called me....FUCK HIM!
Fuck. Him.
He dosnt deserve a chance to explain, he probably wasn't even going to explain rather toy with me, reel me back in, shatter my heart again.
If I act like a fool he will treat me like a fool.
I need to be strong and being strong means moving on.
And what better way to do that, then distracting yourself.
Thank god I saved your number, Eli.
***
Eli's POV
"I'm sorry...I told you IM SORRY!" He pleaded for forgiveness, I almost felt pity for him.
Poor Zach.
"You know what you did! And now your ganna pay the consequences"
Reloads the gun.
He grimaced at the words.
"Listen, I know I made a mistake-"
"Yes you did! You broke my heart!!"
And that's when it happened...the bullet smashed through zach's head.
He deserved it but....I DIDNT ACTUALLY THINK THAT THE MOVIE WOULD END LIKE THAT!
Veronica seriously killed Zach! I CANT BELIEVE IT.
I shut the tv off after the movie ended and took note of the actor of Veronica because dang...she can act.
I lay in my side on my couch till I hear the familiar sound of a piano playing along with a vibrate.
My phone
I pick it from my pocket and answer groggily.
"Helloooo?"
"Eli" a wonderful voice calls my name like an angel but there's something wrong..something dull.
"Liam! What a pleasant surprise!" I gasped.
I sound like an old wench from a soup opera.
"I mean...heyyyy Liam (:"
"Hey Eli..I was wondering if maybe-"
OMG
"Maybe?"
"We could go out or something?"
"Like a...like a date?" I gulped.
"Well n- well....if u want it to be?"
"Um-"
"Yea...like a date" he finished.
Oh my gosh...I'm going on a date with liam.
Oh my gosh
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