Gotta Be You

Chapter 20: A Painful Repair

Jess:My laptop sat on my lap. I was in my folders. One little thing glared back at me, yelling at me to open it. My Picture. I would have to go through and get rid of pictures. If I didn’t I would only feel the pain forever. I slowly clicked on the icon. Multiple folders popped up. The first folder on the computer had The pictures my mom had sent me when I first got the computer. They were the pictures of me at the talent show. I wouldn’t have anything to get rid of there. The next file I knew I would have to get rid of everything. The folder was titled

Forever and Always.

I felt myself click on the file. The first picture popped up on the screen. It was a picture of me smiling in the little white sundress. My mom had done a perfect job on my hair and I seemed to be so happy. I began to breath strongly. I clicked to the next picture. It was the picture I had taken while I waited for my chance to walk down the aisle. It was a simple one on the the two tree branch intertwining with each other. The sun peeked through the leaves ever so slightly to light the picture flawlessly. I clicked to the next picture. This one was the two of us as we were getting married. It had a black and white effect and the two of us gazed endlessly into the others eyes. We were so in love. I began to breath even stronger. The next one was taken only a matter of seconds later. Zayn and I were still looking so deeply into each others eyes. I was slightly smiling and once again the love flowed through my gaze between the two of us. Zayn was taking his hand and brushing a small bit of hair out of my face. By the way the two of us were leaning in I realized what part this picture would have been taken at. The pastor had just said the words, “You may kiss the bride.” I felt a tear run down my cheek. I put my hands under my computer and pushed it off my lap with a loud

BAM

! I began to sob once again. I heard Cara running into my room. The door opened and I closed my eyes. She must have looked at my computer screen once I heard her reaction.

“Jess. Sweetie,” she said. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She looked down at her lap. Then she looked up and took a deep breath, “It hurts bad doesn’t it?” I nodded through my tears. “Aww sweetie. I wish there was something I could do,” she whispered. She sighed. She made me look at her. “Have you ever thought maybe you won’t get over it?” she asked. I gave her a look.

“What are you asking?” I asked, wiping at my tears.

“I mean what’s the point anymore. It’s been four weeks and yet you can barely leave this room. I just don’t see the point it neither of you are happy,” she said.

“I’m sure he’s just fine,” I sobbed. I tried wiping at my tears. She grabbed my computer and X-ed out of my pictures. She pulled up a YouTube page titled

Zayn Malik Talks About Jessica Taylors/Malik

. The page started showing  a woman TV host.

“Hello boys,” she said. They greeted her nicely. Zayn just looked at his Nikes quietly.

“So Zayn is the story about you and Jessica true?” the hostess asked after the beginning part was over.

“It was,” Zayn barely whispered the words, still looking at his shoes. Louis rubbed his back. I saw him whisper something to Zayn.

“Was? Did something happen?” she asked.

“I don’t think he’s really ready to talk about it,” Harry said. Zayn nodded. The hostess just stared for a matter  seconds. Then the video cut off.

“See?!” Cara asked. I started breathing strongly again. I was starting to realize how badly i had hurt him. Multiple words popped into my head.