another love || z.m.

Zayn

I woke up this morning feeling especially giddy. I had a really good time with Payton last night. I asked her friend, Lena, for her number, but I couldn't bring myself to text her. What if she thinks I'm a drag? What if I was being to whiny?

Great, now I'm worried again.

I pulled myself out of bed and walked over to my chest of drawers. I pulled out a Guns N' Roses T-shirt and slid that over my head. I got some black jeans, not skinny, and pulled those up my legs. I quiffed my hair up and walked downstairs. I skipped breakfast and headed straight to the front door. I grabbed my jacket and slid my backpack on. I opened my door and looked down. There it was.

A box.

I leant down to open it. There was no address or mail information anywhere so it must've been personally delivered.

I slid my finger through the tape and opened the cardboard flaps. There it was.

All of my stuff.

All of my stuff I had ever left at Cassies's. I fished through it some more and saw stuff that I had given her. There were necklaces, pictures, boxers, T-shirts, hair gels, and so much more. Tears started streaming down my face as I picked up the box and carried it inside. I dropped it on the floor as soon as I stepped inside. I decided I was angry. I kicked the box with full force and it floated in the air for a few seconds before crashing against the wall. I heard glass frames breaking and I fell to my knees.

I pulled on the tiny pieces of my hair that I could grasp. I let out an agonizing scream. My mother came running, dripping wet with a towel around her body.

"What? I heard something break and then you screamed! Are you okay?" She was panicking and gripping the white towel harshly.

"No." I squeaked and my hand rose to my throat. I rubbed over my Adam's Apple and tried to speak again. "N-" and it stopped there. I was just moving my lips. How long did I scream?

I looked up and saw her eyes fixed on the box that was on its side against the wall with all the contents spilling out. "Oh, Zayn," she rushed over to me after tucking her towel in so that it wouldn't fall off. She put her hands under my armpits and lifted me to my feet. "Let's get to bed?" I nodded and she grabbed my wrist to pull me upstairs. She got me into my room and laid me on my bed. She took off my boots and slipped my bag from my arms. She covered me up and shut the curtains.

I fell asleep.

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When I woke up, my mother was gone and the mess was cleaned up. I looked all around for the contents of the box, but my mother must have thrown them away. I looked in the trash, but even then, they weren't found.

I sighed and gave up. She probably took them with her.

I went to the kitchen and fixed a sandwich. I ate about two bites before I had to empty my stomach. I ran quickly to the bathroom and leaned over it to rid myself of my lunch.

When I was done, I stood up and flushed the toilet. I brushed my teeth and headed upstairs to change my shirt. I pulled on a plain white T-shirt. I walked back downstairs so I could flip my T.V. on, but there was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock on my way there, reading a quarter past four. School ended fifteen minutes ago. I caught a glimpse of something brown through the glass on the door before I opened it to reveal a beautiful, yet flushed, brunette standing on my porch.

"Payton?" I said and she turned around to face me. I guess I slept off my loss of voice.

She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. She buried her face in the crook of my neck as her feet came off the ground. "Your mom told me." She mumbled.