We'll Never Be The Same

Chapter 24- Morning Madness

Sorry for being lazy to update. But, I thought of ideas that could last until chapter 30 :D

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I woke up, with the smell of bacon and eggs invading my nose. I'm still in a sleeping position on the couch. I can't believe we didn't use the bedroom. Oh God, that sounded dirty. I followed the trail of the heavenly scent, which leads me, of course, to the kitchen. I'm stupid, of course it's in the kitchen, where else would you cook? The bathroom?

I got rid of my irrational thought's once I saw Zayn cooking, his back facing me.

"Hey, good morning." I greeted him. He turned off the stove and faced me,

"Good morning Julie! I thought I'd make us breakfast." He motioned towards the bacon and eggs, "Sit down, I 'll just get plates."

I sat down on the dining table, trying to comb my hair using my fingers. I remembered my hair bobble and got up to retrieve it from the loveseat. I suddenly remembered that I leaned on Zayn's shoulder last night, so that means, he woke up with me leaning against him? Oh no, he might get the wrong notion.

I walked back to the kitchen, and saw Zayn filling up the glasses with cranberry juice, my favourite. I sat down across him on the table, were facing each other.

"Taste it." He said, pointing his fork towards my plate. I picked up my own fork, and cut a piece of egg, and bacon. My eyes almost closed shut at the heavenly taste, but I can't show it.

"It's alright." I said, lacking emotion in my voice. But deep inside, I want to devour the whole meal already.

"You don't like it? I could cook something else." He stood up and slowly reached for my plate.

"NO!" I shouted, he looked shocked. "I mean, the food is good. Really good." I looked down at my lap from embarassment. He chuckled and sat down and just ate. I also started eating, I loooked at him and he just smiled, the whole meal, Zayn was staring at me. 

We argued who will wash the dishes. I just argued with him for politeness, since he cooked our breakfast. But we both know that if I wash the dishes, at least one glassware would shatter. In the end, Zayn washed the dishes.

I walked back to the living room, to find my bag and locate the hotel Annie just sent me awhile ago. It was in a form of text, and I can't believe she waited until morning to send me a really short text. I huffed and walked around the living room, admiring the walls with a few pictures. One photo caught my eye, it was a photo of Zayn with a lavender haired girl. The first thing that came to my mind was, lavender hair? Yup, that's the first thing that hit me, but, I remembered what Zayn told me, and the whole band. It's his so called 'first love'.

I thought when I see the girl that Zayn described as his first love, I would feel nothing but hatred towards her. But, in a way, I really don't see why anyone could hate this girl, I don't hate her. One look and I know she's kind, care-free and the most obvious, flawlessly beautiful. I suddenly feel defeated, I don't have anything that matches this girl. She's a completely better person than me. 

I see know why Zayn described her as his first love. I must've seemed like a joke when I stand next to this girl.

I can't handle this feeling of defeat dawning over with every second that passes. I grabbed my bag and quietly got out of the flat. I don't want Zayn to stop me and ask what's wrong. I reached the sidewalk of the hotel, and hailed for a taxi cab. 

Once inside the cab, I started crying. I can't stop it, I can't stop the tears, so I just sat there, crying. I reflected on my deeds, and with profound thoughts, I convinced myself to leave Zayn alone now. He's happy with another girl, a much better girl. I don't want to ruin them, I really don't. I decided to stop, to stop every plan I had in my mind. It won't make me a better person even if I succeed. I decided tro just forget. Once I'm done filming this movie, I promised to never see Zayn or any of the band again. But the film last's for another 6 months.

I can do this! My mind encouraged. Yes, I can do this. I'm just a parasite trying to ruin other people's life. I then thought of our positions, if I was Zayn, I would feel really, really bad if someone ruined my life. He just achieved his goals, I have no right to ruin them. I won't, I'll stop now. I'll just forget, I'm just too sensitive? Right? 

This assurances of my subconscious just kept coming, until we stopped in front of the hotel that Annie told me to go to.

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A/N:

This is like just a filler chapter, okay guys? For at least three more chapters, I'm going to make the mood miserable :( I'm sorry, It's just how stories work. Right? Okay :) Oh, and please tell what do you think about the new cover of the book? I still have no captions but, one photo of Zayn is sheer perfection :D