FAKE

twenty-four.

(the one when she says goodbye)

When I woke up, he wasn't next to me anymore. As I opened my eyes and looked around the room, I found him sitting on my desk, apparently focused on something.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a smile on my face. I couldn't help it. That had been, without a single doubt, the greatest moment of my existence.

"Is this a song?" He asked as he turned around and handed me a piece of paper.

As I began reading, I realized what it was all about.

"Perhaps you should write a song about it, let your feelings out in some way" As soon as I had told Isaiah about Zayn and how I felt about him, he had advised me to write a song. Just hours later after our meeting, I sat on my desk and started scribbling down some words.

[Song: Speak Now - Taylor Swift]

"I am not the kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl"

As I wrote down those words, I couldn't help but think of Zayn, of how, in just some more months, he would be marrying someone he shouldn't. Perrie was not the one for him. I was. I was and, even though I would never tell him that, I could write it down.

The words to the songs floated through me. It was much easier than I'd ever thought. However, the chorus meant something stronger: something that I would never be ready to do, to speak for what I wanted.

"Don't say "Yes", run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow

You need to hear me out

And they said, "Speak now.""

You see, In the song I am supposed to raise and talk when the preacher says to speak now, if anyone has anything against it. Theoretically, I could do exactly that or, even better, talk to Zayn and tell him how I felt, but I knew I didn't have it in me to do it.

Never in a million years

"What is it, Gabrielle?" He asked and, if I could read him correctly (which I clearly could), he was mad.

"It's a song I wrote". I explained. "When Perrie and you started planning your wedding and I got the invite, I got very...nervous. I knew I wanted to tell you, that I felt something for you, I mean, but I also knew that I couldn't for a number of reasons and-"

"Well, you're right. You can't say anything about it. You can't act on it."

"Well, yeah?" I didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly, he was mad at me. "It doesn't matter anymore. We're together now."

"No, Gabrielle, we're not together!" As he said that, he stood up. I found it kind of ironic, since he was still naked, "We're not together nor will we ever be. I'm with Perrie. I will marry Perrie."

I couldn't believe what was happening before me. I started to believe that it was a nightmare, or maybe even a prank, but this wasn't real. It couldn't be real.