We'll Never Be The Same

Chapter 19- England

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Zayn drove me to the airport. I did not change my mind on going back to England. I needed some time away from him, even though his gift for me this christmas is really sweet. I gave Zayn a handshake before I got inside the airport. I know, were both awkward right? But Zayn stopped me by grabbing my wrist. I immediately felt something jolt inside of me. Oh no, bad signs.

"Julie, wait for me okay. I'll be going home too. Our tour in America ends after 2 weeks." He reminds me.

"Why would I wait for you?" I was still angry.

"Just... please. Wait." He was pleading.

"I don't think thats a good idea Zayn."

"Bye." He tried to kiss my cheek but I pulled away, and walked away too, dragging my suitcase behind me.

"Wait for me!" He yelled. People were staring at me. Why does Zayn have to embarrass me everytime?

I entered the gate to my plane, and handed the ticket. I located my seat beside an elderly lady, obviously from England, just visiting America, I think. I gave her a nod and a small smile which she gladly accepted. I was tired, so I slept on most of the flight, waking up only to eat, or pee.

We landed in England at night time. Everything was black, except for London which has a really vibrant night life. I didn't tell anyone at home that I would be arriving today, so I took a cab, and a bus all the way to Bradford.

Bradford hasn't changed much since I left this place 2 years ago. It was still filled with beautiful buildings, green landscapes and a very productive society. I can't express how much I missed home, I spent half of my life here. I suddenly remembered high school, my past proms, my friends, my mom, the ice cream trucks that used to drive around playing creepy music. Even my only relationship with Zayn. I missed how he would hold me close to him when he sneaks inside my room using the balcony, or how we would take walks along the shoreline of beaches. I also remembered about the ice cream shop we used to eat at once we passed it. Also the park where I had my first kiss with Zayn. How we would laugh like idiots at our own, stupid jokes.

I missed all of them.

We stopped in front of a house. My house. It was the same, but has christmas lights dangling on the sides of the roof. It also looks like no one lives in there. It looks so lonely, just like me.

I gently knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I knocked again, this time, louder. The door opened to reveal my mom dressed in a white robe and squinted her eyes and shook off her sleepy state. She narrowed her eyes at me, and piched my cheeks, hard.

"OWW!! Mom!!" I whined.

"Am I dreaming? Juliette?" She piched me again, this time, at my sides. I'm ticklish so I pushed away her hand before she makes me scream and wake the neighbors.

"Yes mom, you're still asleep." I replied sarcastically as I got inside the house, my suitcase making a loud noise on the floorboards.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you to go home." S scratched her head, and sat on our living room couch.

"I.. I miss you mom." I lied. I came home because I am really, deeply hurt and I need time to move on, without him always in my sight.

"Aw. I missy you too honey." She got off her seat and hugged me her famous tight squeeze hug. I do miss my mom. I haven't spent any holiday with her for years.

"But it's 2 am and you need sleep. I have work too." She smiled at me and helped me carry my suitcase upstairs, to my room.

"See you in the morning hun." She kissed my hair and left me alone in my room. I looked around, and found a bear that Zayn got me when we visited the pier. I grabbed it and hugged it tightly. These were the little things that I loved about Zayn. The little things like, he can't swim and would rather sleep on the shore. How he snores lightly and his lips part when he sleeps. How I would wake up with him and were entwined.