Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r t w e n t y f o u r

"Oh my", Florence mutters to herself as she smooths out the crease at the newspaper, hoping her eyes are deceiving her. "This can't be happening. Oh my fucking god, I can't fucking believe this. Who the hell wrote this? Fuck! This can't be happening"

Louis rushes from the kitchen to her side. "Melissa, are you okay?"

"No, no I'm not."

"Why?", he asks, confusion present in his tone.

"We're on fucking page 7 of the newspaper. Oh my fucking god, this can't be happening. They need to take the papers down immediately", she blurts out.

"Wait, hold up. Why?"

She stands up from the couch, tossing the paper behind before pacing back and forth while tugging her hair with her hands. "Zayn. He reads the newspaper everyday and- and...", she starts sobbing.

Louis comes to her aid, "Now now. It doesn't matter, baby. Let him know because he would still know about it in the end"

"No, no Louis. I'll just let him know? That fast? He needs to feel the pain I felt back then. But my main goal here is to make him feel worse than that. These aren't all enough", she protests, sobbing occasionally.

"Melissa, it has been 2 years. You've been doing this for 2 years, don't you think it's enough damage already for his part?"

"Enough damage? Oh babe, the war is just starting."

"Well, it's totally up to you Melissa, after all you're the one doing this revenge. But always know I'll always be by your side no matter what", he states before giving a soft kiss on her forehead. He wipes away her tears with his thumb, looking deep into the set of brown eyes she have with his own blue ones.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Louis"

"And I'm much more luckier to have you. Every guy could kill just to have someone like you", he smiles warmly at her.

"You really think that?", she asks, her eyes glistening with delight.

Louis takes Florence's hand before putting both of their hands together by his chest, "Baby, I believe in that", he states before she locks her lips with his for a little

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"Babe, did you read the news today?", she asks Zayn as she takes a sip on her Starbucks drink.

"Oh crap, totally forgot about that. I need to have the copy of today's paper", Zayn states, standing up from his seat.

She stops him by putting out a hand on his arm, "Babe, there's nothing really much. I've read it this morning and there's nothing new. Just maybe the price of the commodities going higher by the end of the month", she frantically says to stop him at the last minute. She gives out a sigh as Zayn sits back again. "Well then..."

"The rain is going to pour, we need to get going. I'll drive you home", Zayn states and she nods. She holds out his callused and rough hand into hers with the drink on the other. They both head out to Zayn's black Bentley Continental GT in utter silence with the sounds of their shoes rubbing against the gravel consuming the only silence between them.

Zayn pulls over infront of Florence's driveway. He turns the engine off before they both unbuckle their seatbelts. "So, I gotta get going...", Florence awkwardly mutters

"Yeah", Zayn leans in to her to give her a kiss effort cupping her face into his full hands and deepening the kiss with every inch as moment pass, with them exploring each other's mouth. Florence pulls away as the raindrops started to pour slowly.

"I gotta go", she mutters again as she gave her one small peck on the lips. "I love you babe", she dryly states to her worst enemy.

In which he gladly fell for it.

"I love you too."

[A/N : Hello everyone C: sorry for the very, very, very late update. I'm really sorry. I'm so busy with school and all the bull so yeah ;( What is there to do? Anyways, I'm sorry again ;( Now I feel bad I updated very very very late.

Anyways, please keep on voting and commenting despite my late updates aha :) ily all xx]