Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 16

"Wait, wasn't he just wearing a white shirt? "

"Where'd his beanie go? "

Edward glanced down at his feet, not even suprised as the rumours started to go fill in the hallway. Making his way to the outside of the building, he sees a familiar sweater wearing boy, hugging his knees to his chest, a seemingly uncomfortable position he was also once in. He decided to just ignore him, sitting down on his usual spot, by the bleachers that were set on the corner of the field.

He stared off into the distance. Wondering why Zayn was there, in a somewhat fatal position. He had looked upset. His eyes had shown pain and anger. Just like last time Edward had saw him mad, where he taunted the lad, and he was almost ready to break Edward's neck. But he didn't.

He still felt terrible and wanted to say sorry to Zayn, but he didn't have the courage to do so. Expected that he wouldn't accept his apology, since Edward had caused him so much trouble, and obviously dislikes him.

They both needed eachother, but they just were too stubborn to do anything about how they felt. Afraid that the other will turn them down, and let them suffer the rejection and the consequences they should've known before they let things slip out of their lips. They were two different people, yet they had the same mindset to what would happen after they confessed.

This wasn't just some crazy crush. This was a foolish infatuation, that had suddenly existed between them. And they couldn't control it. It would eventually come out, though they were both making sure that it won't. Both couldn't handle the heartbreak and pain that they would get. Even if right now, they were already in too deep, and that made them sad and desperate already.

Their infatuation and love were strong. But their hate and pride were stronger. Both had inner battles inside of them, and they weren't giving up so easily. They both sat on different places, but both felt the same, their hearts told them to say it to the other, but their minds said otherwise..

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"So tell me Harold, why did you move here to Bradford? " Louis asked, curiously. Harry sighed, looking up at the blue sky, that was covered with moving clouds and a sun that shines brightly above them. "My dad got a better job here. I mean, that's what he told me. But other than that, that's why. I'm kind of glad to be back here again though.. " he didn't mean for the last words to come out of his mouth, but it was barely a whisper, but Louis had still heard it. Strangely that is. It was barely audible.

"What do you mean you're glad to be back here again? So you mean you've been here before?" Harry nodded, now looking at Louis. "Yeah. I've lived here when I was young. Had to move when I was seven though... " He didn't know why they walked in circles, but he didn't mind. It was really nice talking to Louis, he rambled and said alot of random things, but Harry enjoyed it. He could never get tired of hearing him ramble. His voice was like music to his ears. He knew he was starting to crush on the guy, but he didn't intend to stop it anyway, maybe because he knew it might be worth it. It was an opportunity. A big one he might say, so he won't let it pass. Louis was absolutely and completely wonderful.

He continues listening to him, while smiling ear to ear. This attraction towards this boy; will surely affect his search for his brother. He didn't really care. Louis will surely be worth it. Both of them continued joking around and passed by the field.

You're worth it, Lou. I know you'll be.

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"I'm sorry Mrs.Cox, he just hit his head too hard. I'm afraid that... He has amnesia." The doctor said to Anne, sympathy in their eyes and pity in the tone of the way they spoke. "It's best if we just let him rest. He will be okay. He just will forget. Most of the things about his life." As the woman left, Anne was there beside her son, who laid on the hospital bed, eyes closed. "I love you so much, baby.. " she kissed his forehead, letting her lips linger there for a few moments, before pulling away.