A Story Called You & I❤️

Chapter 6 - The One

I rush to my room without making eye contact with anyone sitting in the living room tears flowing down my cheeks. I was...I don't know what emotion I was feeling because there were so many but the prominent one was.....I was just really really upset. Yes I was upset by what had happened but I was far more upset because of the person involved in it.

I didn't know why it bothered me so much he was just some guy that liked me, it shouldn't bother me so much.
They're all the same I told myself disgusted by Ali.

Time and again all the men in my life have only proved one thing over and over again that no matter what, you could always count on them to disappoint you.
Not that I had that many men in my life but the ones currently in it like my father, my brother and Ali were just reminders to how each of them have disappointed me at every step, have broken my trust and faith in too many things.

But no matter how many times I wanted to deny it to myself it's wouldn't not be true. I had started to like Ali and all it took was just one day with him that made me see the amazing, charming and funny guy he was. Which is why it was so hurtful to see what he had done. if anybody else had done this, some other colleague, a class mate anybody else it wouldn't have hurt as much as.

I've always been the kind of girl who builds her walls up high and doesn't let anybody inside, sure I talk to everybody politely but there were very very few who would actually make it into my heart and those people were the ones I'd die for. If I love I love too hard or I don't love at all there is no in-between for me.
I have never known a grey area in these matters, at least not for me either somebody is worth it or they're not it's as simple as that.
I was sobbing so uncontrollably that my head started to hurt and my eyes were beginning to swell.

It was paining to think that Ali was making me jump through hoops, judging me for everything I do, seeing if I fit his list of 'The one'
It was humiliating, honestly.

I sit on my bed and start talking to Allah even while the words coming out of my mouth were hardly making any sense.

You know this isn't fair.....How could you let this happen? This isn't right Ya Allah No... he...I don't know...I was wrong...please...

I was so preoccupied with the thoughts and my faintly understandable conversation with Allah that I didn't realise the numerous missed calls & messages on my phone from Ali.

It took me a lot of courage to finally stand up & stop crying.
Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal and I was just overreacting and that is exactly one of the reasons I built my walls so up high that nobody could come close to even hurt me because I knew I was extremely emotional and that was something alot of people didn't know about me. Most of my friends and family saw me as someone who was bold and different but the real Hania wasn't like that. I was far more fragile than I would've liked to show or admit.
I wonder how many other people I know hide their real and true selves so that they aren't hurt by others or are accepted better.

I picked up my phone while it was still vibrating since Ali had not stopped calling. I wait for the call to disconnect & then open his messages.

Hania just talk to me.

I am sorry for what I did.

Please just answer the call.

I really need to talk to you it's important.

You're taking it in a wrong way I didn't mean for it to come out this way.

Hania?
I really am Sorry.

Just meet me once and let me explain everything to you.

These were only some of the messages from him I stopped reading after the 6th or 7th one.