What We Ended Over A Text❤

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Selena's POV (yay or nay?)

"Shh... Don't cry, baby. What happened?" Justin sounded really worried and I felt bad for him. I didn't say word as my tears continue streaming down my face and a few quiet sobs.

He held me a little tighter and my hand squished a bit hard against his chest. I winced a little.

Justin panicked pulling away from me, with wide eyes filled with worry. I look down at my wounded finger, he followed my gaze.

Justin lifted me off the floor and sat me on the countertop. He opened a cupboard grabbing a washcloth and and a little pink gauze pad - band-aid -, he took my hand, and place it through the running water, rinsing it clean.

"What did you do?" he asked wrapping the band-aid around my finger. I shrugged, what the hell was I doing?

I ran downstairs as I received a call from my brother, Zayn, that he won't be home this weekend. He's probably spending his days with Gigi. I like her, if you ask me but I'll like Perrie better for him. I know I can't tell Zayn that and order him to obey it, I mean... The heart wants what it wants.

We can't dictate our hearts or tell our hearts who to beat for. Even if we did, that will be a lie and no one wants that. If he's happy, I'm happy.

"Are you really going to be alright?" Zayn asks through the speakers for the third time. It was quite annoying but I appreciate it.

I managed to roll my eyes and a giggle escape past my lips, "yeah, I'm going to be alright. I'm old, Zayn. I can even live with myself, you're just this cranky ass that refused to let me live alone."

He chuckled and I can imagine the eye roll he made. "Whatever, just call me if something happen. Now, my little sis, I have to go."

I sighed.

I'll be alone again...

I actually face-palmed myself for resisting Taylor to come over, at least. I cannot ask Madison to do that, she's busy with a lot of work, almost everyday. And my other friends, like Vanessa, Courtney and Rachel are just get going persons. I can work but I choose not to, in fact I look like a mess.

"Selena? Are you still there?" Zayn snapped me out of my deep thoughts. I pressed my lips together, wetting it before plastering myself a smile.

"Yup, the boogeyman was chasing me but I managed to lock him up in your bathroom."

He groaned jokingly, "Ugh tell him not to mess with my shampoos, okay? And tell him not to use my stocked condoms alone, tell him to get a company. Or you."

I rolled my eyes in disgust, "I'd like to be flush on the toilet-- oh no, I don't. I'll just run out like there's a fire on my ass." I created cackling sounds and it was fucking real.

"Okay, damn just make sure you lock all the windows and doors at night, because you know -you probably don't- that boogeyman only comes at night."

"Wha--"

"Actually, you're welcome."

We said our goodbyes and as expected, I'm alone once again. I decided to make a call to Taylor but she didn't pick up, I know she's a busy person.

Then I texted my mom a 'good morning :)' like I always do since I got here. It's basically part of my morning routine and I never missed a day.

Achievement, I know.

And here's another achievement I want to get, I won't cry today. I know sounds childish and nonsense? Well, I make I to myself, pretty clear that I won't cry anymore because it wasn't worth it.