As Long As You Love Me <3

Part 8

Zayn's POV

I stood in the clearing. Waiting for her to arrive.

My Dad made it pretty clear what I needed to do.

Break up whatever I had with her.

Tell her I hated her, that I regretted everything.

I couldn't stand to see her hurt. Let alone, be the one hurting her.

I sighed as I heard leaves ruffle in the distance before a figure stood in front of me.

"I didn't think you'd actually show.", I exclaimed.

"Well, here I am. I've missed you.", she looked down as she talked.

We were silent for a while.

It was awkward knowing what I had to do.

I looked into her eyes.

"Listen, Delilah about the kiss-", she cut me off.

"I enjoyed it-", she mumbled.

I shook my head, not wanting to do this.

Another awkward pause was starting to form.

C'mon Zayn you can do it!

SAY IT!

Let's go!

SAY SOMETHING!

Ready...GO!

ANYTHING?!

At least try to breathe!

I exhaled and started to tell Delilah the "truth"

"I really shouldn't have done that. I take full regret for it and it shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry."

I felt pain in my own heart for breaking hers.

For the short time that I've known her, I actually started to fall for her.

"W-What?", choked Delilah.

I took another deep breath.

"I regret the kiss. It shouldn't have happened. I'm so sorry."

She blinked her eyes, probably trying to stop tears.

"FUCK YOU ZAYN MALIK!"

And then she was gone.

Running in the opposite direction.

Gone.

~*~ 2 Weeks Later ~*~

I stalked out of my room, lifelessly.

She was gone.

Out of my life.

Forever.

I haven't talked to my dad since that day, he ruined me.

Turned me into a cold monster.

I hated him with the sickest passion.

The stairs creaked under my feet as I walked down the stairs and into the main room.

"Zayn, would you be a dear and get the mail for me?", Mom asked from the kitchen.

"What else is there to live for?", I mumbled under my breath.

I slammed the door behind me and walked off to the mailbox.

I opened the flap carefully and stared at the paper that was now in my hands.

'You are cordually invited'

Delilah Styles' 17th Birthday Masquerade.

The 16th of Novemeber at 8:00 PM

42 Styles AVE.

Dont be late. Masks are not provided, but are a must!'

I almost dropped the delicate paper out of my hand.

Something has given me a second chance.

I needed this second chance more than anything.

Anything.