Fate - Harry Styles

4

I was quite surprised that she let me in, actually. Zoe's flat was still the same, and it was comforting somehow. I was glad to see that some things didn't change. Although she did stay near the door, probably in case I tried to murder her or something, I suddenly had the feeling that everything was going to be okay.

"May I ask why you're here?" She hesitantly said.

I didn't want to beat around the bush. I needed this to be over, the earlier the better. "Listen, I don't know how to say this but..." I was pacing around her living room, not knowing how I should announce that I was her best friend in someone else's body. "You know Ted, right?" I asked.

Her face paled, "Ted? Yes, yes I do." she stuttered. "Were you a friend of hers?" She said in a trembling voice. I stopped dead in track, what the fuck? Why is she speaking like I was dead?

"I am Ted," I eventually said. Zoe's eyes grew wide and she took a step further the door.

"If this is a joke," she muttered, "it is not funny."

"Zoe, calm down," I walked over to her, "It's me, I promise."

"Listen I don't know who you are or what you want but you have to get out of my house," she said, opening the door with trembling hands. I was left confused, why did she seem so freaked out by me?

"Ted passed away, don't play with me."

The world seemed to stop again. I felt stupid for even thinking that it would be okay after seeing Zoe - I was dead! Why on earth is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve that?

I did not even want to fight about this anymore. I was dead in this life and my family was nowhere to be seen, what could I do? I decided to get our her flat, leaving a teary and very confused Zoe behind me.

I didn't even know where to go, nor how I could survive in a life that wasn't mine. I couldn't give up and pretend to be a person I wasn't! It had to be a nightmare, there wasn't any other rational explication about this mess.

I eventually made my way back to London, pack a few things and leave Zayn - or whatever his name was, and his mates alone. They didn't even seem to like Olivia anyway, especially Harry or Henry or whatever. The anger took over the sadness, I felt so mad about everything and everyone! Why me? I kept asking me. 

I left a simple, and probably very confusing note to the poor Zayn, saying that I wasn't who he thought I was, and that it was better for the both of us if he could just forget about me. I felt sorry for him, as he was clearly in love with this girl, but I couldn't keep doing this. I decided to find somewhere to sleep out of central London, and headed towards Ealing, as it was the only place I knew. There, I spotted a small bakery, and asked the young cashier if he knew where I could sleep for the night. He gave me a paper, where several address were written on it, with a few words from the owners offering a room for a few pounds.

I tried a few ones until I received a positive answer from a kind woman. Jackie's house was very simple, but I found it perfect. She showed me my room, and told me that I could stay as long as I wanted and that she would provide breafast and dinner, which was fine for me.

That night I felt so lonely that I decided to go downstairs and watch TV with her, and I discovered that she was quite the talker. She reminded me so much of my mum, it felt comforting to be with her. I didn't plan on telling her about my situation, though.

IM SO SORRY GUYS!! (if i still have readers lol) This past year has been a tough one and I just couldn't bring myself to write anything and whenever I'd try it was so bad it made me want to cry. I am not very satisfied with this chapter, but I need a transition kind of thing so yeah... Hope you like it anyway! xx