(Rewriting this whole story starting July 31, 2014. So this is the first upgraded chapter. c: )
PROLOGUE
He was a handsome boy, diamond cut features, million dollar smile, great at any sports he played, and was a player. He had everything he ever wanted at his age expect someone to really love. Sure he could have any women he desired but in the end they didn't really want him, shockingly they wanted his body or money. So he gave into all the women they came rushing into his lifestyle, each passing women he felt only regret. Maybe he was just meant to sleep around with them, maybe god had planned out his life to only play games. It wasn't like he was looking for someone to settle down with...
Zayn looked around his massive bedroom. One wall contained all his hard earned trophies, including a signed basketball from Michael J himself. Another wall contained some posers he had hung, normally they were his favorite bands like AM. Zayn swung his feet over his bed and stared at the desk, his laptop was opened and it currently showed Gabby. Gabby was different, she made him question his ways. He had not seen another girl since he started flirting with Gabby and he found this horrible.
Zayn knew she was bad news, that she was going to switch roles with him and he was going to have karma bite him right on the ass but he couldn't help himself. Gabby was a beautiful Wavy brown haired girl with a dimple smile, her eyes were a light shade of green, and her skin was the smoothness/softest he had ever felt. She had a glow to her that the other girls didn't and he loved that but she was indeed, getting in his way.
"Let her go Zayn." He told himself when he stood up. "Stop thinking about her."
He walked towards the desk and closed his laptop. As he did he recieved a text message from Gabby, it was a picture her smiling with a text that read "Wish you were here (: " He didn't bother to answer, he was going to let her sweat. Plus he needed a way to stop thinking about her. Zayn picked up his house phone dialing one of the other many girls dying for his attention but something stopped him from pressing call. It was the next picture that popped up on his phone, it was of Gabby. This one was unbelievably beautiful and it made his heartache.
what happened to the boy two months ago?
The boy that fucked whom he pleased and didn't give two fucks about any girl?
oh yea, that idiot fell in love.
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Breaking The Player
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