We'll Never Be The Same

Chapter 16- Mystery Man

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The delivery guy slowly lifted his head, and revaled his face...

It was Zayn. 

Why is he here? And why is he the one delivering my food? I had many questions to ask but it was awkward because I really wasn't speaking to Zayn. I grabed my food, shoved the money in his hand and quickly shut the door. But before I could shut it completely, Zayn hand stopped it.

"We need to talk Juliette." He urgently said, almost commanding me.

"We have nothing to talk about." i said, trying to close the door again, "Please leave."

"Why do you hate me Juliette?"

"Why wouldn't I hate you?" Now with a spark of anger, I looked him in the eyes. More like glared.

"I just want to say something." I had no choice. I know Zayn so well, that I know he's not going to stop unless he get's what he came for. I opened the door, wide anough for him to enter.

He observed his surrounding, probably criticizing it in his mind.

"It's quite dark here." he said, mentioning the obvious.

"I didn't ask for your opinion. Did you come here to critique my house. If you did, then get out."

"Juliette, calm down. I'm really sorry about what happened, but that's in the past." He said sitting on the nearest couch.

"Your sorry? It didn't look like it once you mentioned your first love."

"Juliette, don't start." I was now angry.

"You know what, no! I didn't let you come in here just so you could fight again with me. If your motive is for me to hate you, so you could live happily ever after with your first love, you don't have to worry about it. I don't feel a thing now. I'm numb, Zayn. I can't feel anything for anyone now. SO you could live with your love with no worries, or maybe you could marry her. I won't steal, or get you from her. You're free, Zayn. I'm letting you go." I finsihed my words with a shaky breath, trying so hard not to cry.

He stood up from his seat, walked to the door, and opened it, but he didn't leave just yet,

"Juliette. just so you know, I really didn't want you to hate me. But I guess it didn't work. You hate me." Sincerity in his eyes, he gave me a really small smile, "And setting me free was... Thank you." He shut the door, leaving me there, standing with my tears held, I let go. I was crying.

He didn't finish his first sentence. I was confused. Maybe he did want to be free. He want's to be married, have kids, maybe even be a grandfather. But he didn't picture it with me. I was out of it.

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I didn't have any appetite for food, so I just stored it inside the refrigerator. I was tired, and I had enough. I didn't want to cry anymore. I just layed there, on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I slept a dreamless slumber, just pitch black.

I woke up with the sound of birds outside my window, the sun shining brightly. It was a beautiful day, but it didn't feel like it. My agent called me while eating my breakfast.

"Juliette, nice talking to you again. You have an interview later at around 2 in the afternoon. Be ready. Do you want a driver to come and pick you up?"

"No, Annie. I'll drive there myself. But make sure the team is ready."

"I'm one of the most responsible women in town. Why wouldn't I?"

"Kay, bye Annie."

I finished my breakfast, brushed my teeth, showered, put on clothes then drived to the studio. The studio was filled with crew members running around, making last minute preparations for the interview. Why did I have an interview? I didn't remember any of my schedules so maybe it was really scheduled. I saw Annie and she dragged me to my dressing room. Not wasting any time, my make-up and wardrobe team was getting me prepped.