Till Life Do Us Part (A Zauren Love Story)

Part Fifty-Five: Love Might Not Be Enough

 Lauren's POV:

After Harry went to meet Camila I stayed outside, sitting on the wooden chair that I always used to sit on with Zayn. Emotions invaded me as I remembered the times I spent with Zayn here; my first night at this house when he came and sat next to me, when he saw me crying and hugged me, when he saw me smoking and started smoking with me, when he talked about the beauty of the sky in deep words and told me I'm beautiful just like the sky. All the memories were giving me mixed feelings, I was smiling as I remembered those times, but I was crying inside at the same time because I know that they might never happen again.

Missing him is driving me insane. I miss him so much. I miss our talks and the kisses we shared, I miss the fun times we had and  our adventures at the middle of the nights, I miss when we used to sit here and do absolutely nothing, but we were feeling perfectly happy because we're together.

I ran my fingers on the spot where Zayn used to sit and closed my eyes as I heard footsteps coming from behind, "Lauren," a voice called my name, but it wasn't the voice I was hoping it would be. I turned my face and looked at Liam, who was walking in my direction, holding his car keys. "I'm going out, sweetie. Do you need anything?" he asked as he gave me a hug from behind.

"Umm, No, nothing. Have fun." I replied with a fake smile. I didn't want him to go because I know what's going to happen when he leaves, Zayn is here and we're going to stay alone. I don't want that because staying alone with him means that he's gonna talk to me about our relationship which is gonna lead us to fight, and I'm really not in the mood for fighting, I'm tired of shouting and fighting with him. I want to stay with him but without fights, and that is impossible according to what happened between us recently.

"Well Zayn is here if you needed anything." Liam said, thinking that this would make me feel better.

"Zayn… Yes, that's great." I commented through gritted teeth, trying to sound honest.

"Okay, see you later sweetie."

"Bye." I waved to him as he started walking away. I sighed deeply after he went and started thinking of what might happen now, I hope nothing bad happens, and I hope that Zayn won't come here so we won't fight. Staying alone is the only thing that seems to make things better now.

Harry's POV:

Here I am, standing at the door of Camila's work place. Now all I have to do is to walk inside and apologize to her, that seems easy, right? No, it's not easy at all. Not when the picture of Camila crying refusing to get out from my head. I can still hear her voice in my head that day when she shouted on me to leave her alone and stay away from her life. I still remember all the scenes from that day; when she opened the door for me with the same clothes she was wearing a day before, when she told me to stay away from her, when she shouted on me and told me not to call her again, when tears started falling from her eyes as I tried to explain to her what happened, when she closed the door in my face, when she sobbed and cried behind the closed door with me standing outside and not able to do anything to stop her.. Everything.. I still remember everything.

God, this is gonna be so hard..

Maybe I should bought her flowers or something..

"No, there's no need for flowers. Your apology is gonna be enough. Just be honest with her and everything is going to be alright."

That's what Lauren said to me when I asked her if I should bring flowers for Camila. I'm sure Lauren knows better than me. so I guess it's okay if I walked inside with nothing in my hands.