Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

23: Jar Of Hearts

Zayn's POV

What the hell was that?

One minute I'm entering the Uni campus with Dakota and the next I catch Faith staring at us with a shocked look. What the actual fuck?

It's not like I didn't expect I wouldn't see her, I knew I would but not this fast. I thought I'd only see her once or twice and that's it. Let's just hope that she isn't in any of my classes.

**

Faith's POV

I had stayed in place for the past few minutes that I hadn't heard someone calling me until they stood in front of me.

"Hey," Anastasia said with a concerned look on her face. "Are you okay?"

I quickly nodded, turning my body so I looked at the hallway in front of me where students were talking to each other and passing through.

"What happened?"

I took a deep breath, continuing to stare ahead. "I saw Zayn."

"Zayn?"

I nodded again. "Yeah, I'm guessing he's coming to school here now judging by the fact that he was carrying his own backpack and not his girlfriend's." I tried not to show my dismay about saying that. He had a girlfriend now and I have to be happy that he's moving on.

Anastasia sighed. "And how are you feeling about it?"

I shrugged. "Not sure. But whatever, let's just hope he's not in any of my classes."

Anastasia agreed and soon we were on our way to class together, hoping to not meet into my past.

**

I had five classes in total.

One math, one English, one history, and two electives: music and art. I wasn't sure what career I wanted for my life so I was taking all college classes needed until I'd figure out what I wanted to be.

It was hard for me to come here and not know what I was going to choose as a career.

I was supposed to know this the moment I stepped into Uni but it was hard for me to figure out something I was passionate about, something I'd love doing, and definitely something I'd be happy to be for the rest of my life.

I used to beat myself about it. I came here for a reason and it was to be someone better. Not just for me, but for Alex. He depended on me to give him not only a life, but something that he can build off on so he could start his journey.

Education, fun, and love were things that I wanted him to experience and without my support money wise, I was scared he wouldn't be able to get into Uni when it was his turn to start so I had to work my ass off to make a career and make Alex's life easier.

There was no way I wanted him to live the life I used to live.

Four of my classes had already passed and there was one more to go before I'd get home to Alex. Harry would drop him off as soon as I'd get home unless he'd take him out to eat which is what he would mostly do.

I was grateful for Harry.

Even though we weren't his responsibility and he had his own life to live, he included us in it. He would constantly come visit us and check how we were doing like Louis would do up until now. It seemed like now that he finally understood what I would tell him about being independent, he backed off and didn't visit as much anymore.

It felt liberating to be honest.

I didn't have to worry about looking presentable anymore and I could wear sweats and a t-shirt without worrying that he would come by. I didn't have to constantly hear him telling me to get my life together. It didn't bother me, but it did annoy me having to always hear the words he used to tell me. Let's just say that I was happier this way.