Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r t w e n t y e i g h t

"Melissa, we're on news...", Louis taps Florence by the shoulder as his eyes were fixed by the television.

"Oh, Lou babe. I planned it. Can't you see? It's enough time for that little bastard Zayn to find out that he messed with the wrong girl", Florence grins.

"But what if he didn't get the news now?", Louis asks.

"Not enough questions, babe. I'll head over to his house for the last final step. I love you", Florence says as she takes the car keys from a nearby table and heads outside to her car. She starts the engine and head off to Zayn's house while laughing about how dumb could such a wise man be. She hums along the song that is being played on the radio while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. She breathes a sigh of relief as she thinks about how this will all come to an end, after years of vengeance that had been specially set up just for Zayn. After all, the little bastard had enough, she thought.

She pulls up by Zayn's driveway and get out of her car. She is just too overwhelmed by excitement that these are all going to an end already. She giddily jogs to Zayn's front door before knocking and breathing deeply, trying to look calm.

"Babe, what's this about you and Louis? I can't... I don't understand. What's going on? Were you going out with him? For how long?", Zayn welcomes her by bombarding her with questions. His eyes are bloodshot from crying and everything inside the house was a mess. Was he been throwing things?

Florence seems fascinated by this, "Patience, tiger. I will tell you one by one. But care to let me in, first?", she winks and Zayn, being the gentleman as he is, steps aside and lets her through.

She looks around, "Wow, everything's a mess. Now, why don't we both take a seat and have a small talk so I could finally get out of this hell hole." And by that, they both take a seat.

"Now, where shall I start?", Florence smirks. She can see how broken he is. How pitiful is. She did just the right thing.

"Start from the very beginning, please", Zayn pleads whilst trying to regain his composure.

"Zayn, babe, do you remember that girl whom you made feel worthless back then? The girl whom you played her feelings with? The broken girl whom you broke into tiny pieces even more?", she asks as she crosses her arms around her while raising her eyebrows.

"Melissa? Melissa Scolinski!", he gasps. "You are Melissa?"

She grins before standing up and revealing her hip bone tattoo. "Surprise, motherfucker."

"I can't fucking believe it. You're Melissa? After all this time, you never told me? I always wanted to make it up to you.", he states.

"Make it up to me? Oh my fucking god, Zayn, you'll never make it up to me. You literally humiliated me in front of everyone! Haven't you fucking realise it? You'll never make it up to me unless you'll turn back time and never should have done it in the first place", Florence raises her voice.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I was too dumb to realise how much I have hurt your feelings. I'm so sorry I was too insensitive back then", Zayn cries.

"Sorry won't change anything. What happened, happens. Hope you fucking learned a lesson from that", she spats.

"So, are you happy now? Are you happy that you basically ripped me off to pieces just like what I did to you back then?", he cries.

"Oh, Zayn, I'm beyond enthralled by all of this.", she says as she steps closer to him and reaches for his necklace. She unlocks the Cartier bracelet and takes his hand before placing the pink gold bracelet. "You deserve this, after all", she states before walking away, leaving a Zayn torned by grief behind.

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[A/N : Heya, cupcakes c: so this is it. The end :) everybody has been too ecstatic to hear about this and here's it. It's not really as what you thought it would have ended but hey, I have to do this already as early as possible since most of you are already begging plus I'm making another book in a while so yeah :) it's been really fun making this book and all. And I'm truly grateful for all the people that had encouraged me to keep writing and to you my dear readers for supporting me until the end ilysm xx]