To fall for Niall

admitting the truth

Me and Monique decided that she would stay here tonight. Meghan was mad at Luke for some reason, and had Zayn drive her home. And everyone had left except Luke and Monique. The sleeping arrangements were that Luke and Ni would sleep in one of the guestrooms. and me and Mo would sleep in the master bedroom.

We were in our pajamas on the bed eating chips and watching the notebook. We both ended up crying at the end, but then we heard a murmur, through the walls, the boys are in the room next to us. Mo hopped out of the bed sprinting towards the wall, putting her ear up against it, I did the same. I heard Luke's aussie accent clear as day

"No, I'm breaking it off with Meghan tomarrow." he says. Good thing. "Do you still love Monique?" I can hear Niall ask Luke, it's the moment of truth and I hear Luke "Yes, I do, mate I love her so much, but, she's with Zayn, and she thinks I got over her and ugh everything is a mess, I will never get over her, and I just keep loving her more and more and tonight, comforting her, and when Zayn wasn't. It made me want to throw up. I mean I loved having her in my arms and all, but the fact that her husband stood there and didn't even grab her out of my arms or anything makes me sick, the husband who "loves" her didn't do jack and if I were lucky enough to have Mo back, there wouldn't be any guy holding her and comforting her in my place." Luke says.

Monique inhales sharply. Her lower lip trembling. She sits on the bed her head in her hands. I come sit next to her.

"Chris, if I tell you something, you cannot tell anyone" Monique says shakily. "Ok" I wait for what she's going to tell me. "I feel like I rushed way to fast into a relationship with Zayn. I mmean, I had only known him for like two months and we got married, whenver Zayn touches me, I miss Luke's touch, and I don't love Zayn, like Zayn's a great guy and all, but I don't feel anything with him. And tonight with Luke, I haven't been this happy in a long time. Chris I still love Luke"

Monique admits this with wide eyes, her hushed tone keeping her words a secret from the boys on the other side of the thin wall.

I take in a deep breath, the news came as a surprise, but at the same time it didn't shock me at all. I didn't utter a word, letting the reality of her words drench in, making me think about what's really going on.

We both just laid down and thought. What Monique said, I can't stop thinking about it. Thoughts coursing through my head. Her and Zayn really had rushed... they were the perfect couple, but that isn't love, love isn't perfect love is abstract, and if for her, her love is with Luke that's fine with me.
I fall asleep, my eyelids feel heavy and my eyes are stinging.

I wake up, and Mo's awake, sitting on the ground her knees clutched to her chest, she looks like she's trying to hold herself together in one piece. I sit up, walking to her. She lifts her head, dark tear stains trailing her face. She reminds me of Luke when she was in the hospital. Her 'Lily' tattoo visible. She has one hand on her tattoo, one hand on her bumped out stomach. I place my hand on hers.

"Mo, you need to tell Zayn"
I tell her.

"I know, and I need to tell Luke, they both deserve to know" she says shakily.

We get in my car driving to Mo and Zayn's, she pulls her key out, her hand shaking. Her fumbling hand shoves the key in the slender opening in the handle. She turns, weakly. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door.

We come in, on the couch, is Zayn and a girl in nothing but lacy, racy underwear and a bra. Monique gasps, and I know Monique has been nothing but faithful to Zayn through their entire relationship.

Zayn rolls over moaning. He's asleep "Mo, baby?" he asks reaching for the girl with him. "Meghan" she snaps, that's the breaking point. Monique walks quietly to her room silently, calmly packing everything into bags. She placed everything in her bags and suitcases, quickly and efficiantly, but not rushing herself.

Zayn woke up, standing up in only a pair of black boxers, stretching out. I stood at the doorway, wordlessly.Zayn hasn't noticed me yet.

Zayn looked down at the scandalously clothed girl lying on the couch, with a smirk on her face. Zayn smiled down to her, "wild nightt huh? Again? Mo can't know... I'll call you next time she's gone" he says to her smiling. And that was the moment Monique finished packing all of her items. So she heard every word Zayn had just said to Meghan. Monique laughs loudly standing in the doorway of the master bedroom. Zayn looked up at her, an expression of pure fear etched on his features. "Yikes Zayn, of all the girls, you chose that cheap skank?" Monique says bitterly, all hints of humor gone. "Mo baby, I can explain" he pleads. "Ew don't call me baby Zayn. You can get back to your baby when I'm gone." Mo says smirking gesturing to Meghan on the couch. "She's not... no, Mo babe-" she cuts him off, rolling her eyes. "quit with the little names! It's not going to make me want to be with you, or whatever you're trying to achieve, but I came here to inform you, I don't love you, and I'm sorry for the inconvenience, oh the divorce papers are right here, sign them for me so I can get the judge's signature so I can get this nightmare done with, thanks" she says smiling sweetly. Zayn's jaw drops. She walks towards him, handing him the packet of papers and a pen. He signs them.

"where are you going to go?" Zayn asks a mix of confusion and what seems like anxiety showing on his face. "to me and Ni's she'll stay as long as she needs" I tell Zayn glaring at him rudely.He looks shocked at my sudden glare at him. "Ok" he says letting out a sigh. I grab her bags taking a few to my car, she has a few in her hands, I go back and get the rest of the bags, Zayn stops me, grabbing my arm. "I didn't mean for things to happen like this..." he trails off, running his long spidery fingers through his quaff roughly. I roll my eyes, "she was nothing but faithful to you, you're an arse" I tell him, roughly shoving his grip off my shoulder.

I walk out to the car, placing the bags in my hands in the back of the car gently, sitting in the driver's side. "Now to Luke's" I say sighing. Mo let's out a deep sigh. "Now to Luke's" she agrees.

We pull up to Luke's, knowing fully he'd already gone home from me and Ni's. She knocks on the door gently, her knuckles rapping against the door, making a dense thudding noise. We hear footsteps. And a hand messing with the door handle, the door swings open to reveal Luke in a pair of sweats, bare chested.

Mo takes a deep breath averting her gaze from his uncovered torso. I take a few steps back. leaving some space between me and them. Monique's hand gripping the divorce papers tightly in her hand. Luke looks down at the packet of papers being rumpled by her tight grip. "Mo?" Luke asks, his gaze intent on her. She doesn't say anything, thrusting the papers to him silently.

He scans it quickly, seeing what it is already. He looks at her, his eyes wide "Wha-why Mo? I thought- why are you guys-what's going on?" Luke asks, overlapping his sentences. "Luke I have to admit something" Monique says trembling, her entire body is shaking.

Luke's eyes widen. "wha-what?" he asks nervously, probably expecting another rejection.
"Luke I still love you, I rushed into things with Zayn. I never really loved him... I felt like I had to marry him after I found out I was pregnant, I never actually felt anything... he'd kiss me, and I'd miss kissing you, Luke I never moved on" Monique says still shaking. His eyes widen.
"You expect me to just take you back after all the pain you caused me?" Luke asks staring intently into Mo's eyes.
"No-" Mo starts.
"Monique I still love you, and I'm never going to stop no matter what happens, even if you did break my heart into a thousand pieces" Luke says, cupping her face in his hands.

Mo lets out a choked sob. Luke leans forward greeting Monique's vulnerable state with ease. He kisses her with pure love. Holding her against him protectively, keeping her in one piece and loving her sweetly, when she needs it the most.

I stand there in awe of how perfectly imperfect they are together. He kisses her, wiping the tears of her cheeks gently. He places his hand on her slightly bulging stomach. Rubbing in circles. "Ryan and Emily" he whispers.