𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

better › z.h.

sick of the silence, but i'll be somewhere new by dawn.

you loved the quiet. not the dead silence, but just quiet. perhaps there could be a light sound in the background, like a wind through the forest, or the water of a small creek rushing past large rocks and fallen branches. you just couldn't focus on anything when there were loud noises. ever since you were a child, the quiet had been your friend.

but this quiet, this quiet was dead silence.

although you could hear the faint noises of cars outside on the streets and your neighbor playing music while she cooked her dinner, it was sickeningly quiet in your apartment. and why?

because he wasn't there.

zach was off in europe, living his dreams. and you couldn't be happier for him. you were proud of the young boy. he was only seventeen, and he had gotten so far. you'd known the brunette since fourth grade, and since fourth grade, you had to listen to him go on and on about being a singer and making music and becoming famous.

and through the years, you watched it slowly happen.

you were so proud of him, but you missed him. if you got to see him, you got to see him for a week, and that was maximum. he was always on tours, and if he was back for a break, he was out doing interviews and in the studio.

part of you wanted to sit him down and to talk to him about it, but you didn't. you knew you couldn't, it would've made you seem desperate and annoying.

but the silence was killing you.

you were lonely. and you hated being lonely. you loved zach. but were you willing to risk everything, including your happiness, for him?

he'll be home in two weeks. you told yourself, over and over again. you tried to make yourself feel better by telling yourself the same thing repeatedly every day.

it had worked before, but then, it was like you gave up. but you couldn't give up on zach, not on zach. you just couldn't. 

but it felt like he wasn't even trying to commit to this relationship.

you sighed. you were sat on your couch with a blanket thrown on top of your body. you curled up on and rested your head on a pillow before turning the tv on.

perhaps a comedy or an action film would make you feel better?

wrong. in every program you watched, there was at least one couple who were all 'lovey-dovey' and kissing and showing love. it only made you feel worse. you just couldn't stop thinking about zach. 

you then heard the familiar ringtone come from your phone, and you groaned as you reached over to your coffee table to grab it. the caller id was zach, and even though you loved him, you really didn't feel like talking to him. 

"hey," you said with the phone pressed to your ear.

"hey," he laughed out. you heard corbyn mutter something, causing to laugh again. "whatcha doing, babe?"

"not much," you sighed. you tried your best to sound as enthusiastic as he did. "how about you?"

"eh," he shrugged. "we just got out of this really weird interview. i mean, it was fun, but totally embarrassing for dani. this girl interviewing us was totally flirting with him, and it obvious he didn't like it." you heard daniel yell for him to stop.

"really," you said, not really knowing what to say. "that sounds...fun."

"yeah," zach agreed. he laughed again but you didn't why. "europe's awesome, babe. and i promise you, i'm gonna bring you here someday. you'll love it, paris, london, germany. it's amazing, i promise."

you closed your and silently sighed. he always said that. that he promised to do things for you, but he never did, did he? what were those promises now?

"oh, okay, babe," you chuckled. "i bet it is beautiful."

"uh-huh," zach spoke. it was quiet before you heard his voice again. "listen, i gotta go now. we're almost at the venue and we're going in for rehearsals, so..." his voice trailed off, something you hated.

"of course," you muttered. "okay, well, talk later."

"talk later, baby," he said before hanging up the phone. 

not even an i love you.

you shook your head and rolled your eyes. you didn't deserve this. you didn't deserve to be left home alone with nothing. but you loved him. you loved zach, so you'd do this for him. even if you really didn't want to.

not to mention the fans. it's like they had forgotten you ever existed, despite all the photos and videos zach had posted. what he posted now were just pictures of him, and the comments were only things like "i bet he's dating loren" or some shit like that. that stuff got to you, and zach knew it did, but recently, he hadn't done anything to shut it down.

it's like he forgot everything about you.

well, it was enough. it pained you to tell yourself that, but it was enough. you were done, you had no tolerance for it anymore. you deserved someone who could be there for you 24/7, you deserved someone who could show the feelings back, you deserved someone who gave you 100% and never gave up on you.

and sadly, that wasn't zach.

you closed your eyes and let a tear slip down your cheek. you had been standing at the door for the past five minutes, just staring at the home you'd shared with your boyfriend. you held your suitcases tightly, packed with everything that you needed. all the shirts and hoodies that you had gotten from zach were folded neatly on the bed. you wouldn't be needing them anymore.

you sighed and opened your eyes, taking one last look at the apartment. the table you sat at alone to eat, the couch that was meant for two but only held one, the kitchen that you cooked alone in, the door to the bedroom that he was supposed to be in but instead it was just you in your bed. you took one last place at your former home.

and you left. 

hi.

my writing is crap.

but i saw a really cute pic of dani that i've never seen before and now i'm soft.

jesus, i actually updated.

who wants more cute imagines and not sad ones.