Tree, tree, another tree, oh shit. I tripped over a rock. There it is, our tree. The tears and memories punch me in the face.
I climbed the tree to where we were the other day, I feel broken and empty.
"Kayla!?" Zayn's voice came from about a mile away.
I was silent. I don't want anyone to find me. I just want to, you know, sit in a dark corner and cry my heart out.
"Kayla! I know you're here. I have some news for you, it's about Harry." his voice is closer.
"I don't want to talk about him. At all, what's done is done and that's it. I can't go back and change it all." tears were sliding down my cheeks and Zayn was in front of me with his arms out, telling me to jump.
I didn't jump, it was more of a fall. He caught me and put me on the ground.
"No talking about him?" He asked me.
"Not a peep." I told him.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm positive." I told him.
"What about-" I cut Zayn off.
"Nope, I'm not going to his funeral either. I won't be able to look at his family and explain what happened. I also won't be able to see his beautiful body in a coffin before he goes underground." I explained.
"Okay, whatever you want, you shall get it." Zayn told me.
Is he flirting with me? God, I hope not. I cannot do this anymore, I need time to be alone.
"Thank you, Zayn, for everything. It really means a lot to me." I gave him a hug, "But right now, I want to be alone."
"I understand." He told me, "If you need anything, you know where to find me." He left for Harry's house.
I ran to my house and found Riot on my front porch.
"C'mon, bud, let's get you inside." I told him and opened the door.
Riot went straight to the kitchen and wagged his tail. This is odd, I smell cookies, chocolate chip cookies. Is she really up and about? Dad and Harry are dead and she's up making cookies. Good, now I can tell her everything that she has done wrong that involves the death of the two most important men in my life.
I went into the kitchen and saw her, it's like looking into a mirror that shows you when you age. My mother is wearing jeans, a red t-shirt, and an apron.
"Mom." It came out way nicer than I wanted it to.
"My little girl has gone through too much in such little time, so I decided to make your favorite thing, cookies!" My mother told me and brought me into a warm hug.
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In Between Styles and Horan
Fanfiction"Kayla, you have to choose," Harry started, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. "Between the two of us." Niall ended, copying Harry's movements. Harry gave Niall a glare of death. "I-I don't know." I said, unsure of what to say.