Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

FOUR

Zayn arrived that night in her room, he saw the small bruises on her left temple and on her arm.

He should've helped her but he recalled everything she said, the look of disgust and fear on her face and it made him more furious. But still, he could have helped her.

He clenched his fists and turned to leave. This was what he'd been avoiding, the pain and heartbreak from her forgetting him.

How could she not remember him? Or the name Sunflower?

'There's no need coming again, it was all a waste of time "

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She doesn't remember ...punch

She doesn't remember ...punch, punch

She doesn't remember anything ...punch, punch, punch.

Zayn wished the punching bag would take away the aching in his chest or the anger bubbling inside of him. He didn't pay attention to his throbbing knuckles begging to take a break or the sweat dripping down his tanned skin. He'd been at it for hours, he punched harder with every word she said that replayed in his head.

She doesn't remember anything!!! He punched harder than the last.

The Anti-sam gym was empty, it was past one in the morning and he was the only one in the training ground.

"You should go easy on the bag even though it can't feel anything." Someone said from the doorway. He knew it was Taylor but he ignored him and kept punching the bag.

"What's up with you?" Taylor asked, walking in.

"Shouldn't you be in bed snoring?" Zayn asked him between heavy pants and punches.

"Yeah and for the record, I don't snore in my sleep."

"Hmm," Zayn mumbled.

"Take a break already, you look drained of all your energy." Taylor sighed. Zayn stopped and flexed his fingers then his arms.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked collecting the bottle of water Taylor outstretched to him.

"Rosa called and she sounded worried."

"She knows I rarely stay home." Zayn hissed and sat beside him on the wooden bench.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asked observing him closely.

"Yeah," He replied with a smile and gulped the whole content of the bottle.

"I'm still here if you're ready to talk." He didn't say anything, he just stared blankly at the boxing ring that stood ten feet away.

There was a brief silence between them. Zayn laughed in a low tone breaking the silence, Taylor stared at him wondering if he had suddenly lost it.

"She doesn't remember me, she doesn't remember anything about us." Zayn sneered.

"Wait, are you telling me she woke up and saw you? Did you wake her? Did she panic? I wouldn't blame her, it's creepy," Taylor tried to hide his excitement but he was also disappointed she didn't recognize him.

The romantic moment they had all been waiting for didn't happen. They all pictured something out of a fairytale.

"She was at the party," he told him in a low tone.

"She came? How? I thought she wasn't allowed to leave the building," Taylor faced him to get more detail.

"Don't care, it doesn't matter anymore." He said wrapping another tape around his pale and bruised knuckles.