My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Lets Graduate Pal

'The you you are now is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow' - If I Stay

Listen to Stay by Taylor Swift for this chapter

Jess Pov

I stood infront of the large mirror, gleaming as the shimmery rays of sun appeared at it's corner. I looked at myself, my face that was to reveal more hideous dark circles than I thought it had. I promptly took hold of my concealer and applied it to mask up all of them. Hairs laid on the shoulders as I usually do while my eyes dominated the thick eyeliner that smeared perfectly on my eyes. I had never imagined myself dressing up like this for graduation and tending to meet people I regretted passing on. 

Something about graduation hides that victorious smile on my face, the fact that my last high graduation experience resulted in my father's death and here I was, standing in front of the mirror and begging life internally to just excuse me for today. Although I'm left with nothing, all my fantasies and golds got rejected by myself and even if I saw him today, I don't think the regret and guilt of leaving him alone that day would let me have a conversation. I think about Zayn and suddenly I feel my jaws got loosened, opening ways and making excuses to smile. I find myself smiling just over his thought although I know this won't happen again. He asked me to go and that's what I did, except for the fact that people go without hurting others, I went after throwing daggers of pain and neglectfulness at him. 

My thoughts are way too right to be revealed and implemented. I didn't deserved him. Someone stubborn and terrifically deceitful should stay alone and cry over memories or smile over thoughts. While I was still not over discriminating myself from almost everything, I heard the door of my flung open after a slight quick knock. I saw Luke and the complimenting smile that showed over his face. 

'I can't believe my baby sis is getting graduated!!'

He squealed with excitement and I responded with a weak smile.

'Neither do I. It still feels as if I'm a part of a horrible dream.'

'It isn't horrible Jess. It's memorable and beautiful.'

It didn't proved to be one the last time.'

'Whatever happened before should not be brought up again. You're going to have the most important day of your life and today nothing apparently matters than you and your achievements.'

'Whatever you say Luke.'

'You ready?'

'Umm yeah just one minute.'

He nodded while I quickly raced around the corner of my room to get over my black blazer and an elongated white cross body, although I carried it in my hands. I was wearing a knee length white dress with flowy sleeves and black heels. I remembered the last time I wore a dress and it technically brought me back so many good things and moments to ponder about.

'Jess? Should we leave?'

Luke's command brought the unending train of my thoughts to an end and I nodded. We left until I heard some muffled voices. 

'Is someone down there?'

Curiosity flew around me like a fast going propeller. 

'Jess come down. Meet your surprise.'

There was excitement and fear of my reaction in Luke's voice. It usually happened when he was aware of the circumstances of something terrible that he has done. I came downstairs to see the final phase of my ongoing flashback memories. I saw her face caked up with immense make up, a shimmery short dress with a long coat and another pair of Louboutins dominating her freshly pedicured feet.I glared at Luke with much intensity of fury and anger that rose in my bile and was ready to erupt my whole body.