Love Will Find its Way

Till We Meet Again

Tears was running down my cheeks, stinging like acid. I was on my bare knees, tugging on Zayn's arm pleading him to hear me out

"Z-Zayn?! Why won't you h-hear me out?!" I sobbed sadly, feeling completely and utterly confused.

My desperate tugging didn't seem to affect him, then he budged and glared down on me with disgust. "They were right... You're nothing, but a helpless slut, Thea." He spat.

Did he really listen to his so called 'friends', instead of of me? Did Zayn really exclaim that I was a helpless slut? Who the hell does he think he is, when he obviously doesn't trust or know me enough! Zayn had defiantly proved the fact right that I've wasted 14 fucking months with him! Ugh...

My knees was hurting, but I managed to get on my feet. I dusted off the dirt on my coat and glared at him with pure hatred.

"You know what, Zayn?! Believe who you want to believe, cause obviously you don't know me enough! We're over! Over for good!" I yelled in his face, before running away like a horrified little toddler, capturing the bogeyman for the first time.

I was running like my life depended on it, letting fate bring me wherever it would lead me. Eventually, I ended up smashing my back against a brick wall sliding down slowly, while uncontrollable drops of tears streamed down my flushed cheeks.

At this point, I made it clear to myself that I would never end up with Zayn again. The unbearable thought that he didn't believe any of the things I've said, left a mark on my heart.

I'm never ending in Zayn Malik's arms again.

Never.....

3 years later

I was blankly staring up at the plain white ceiling above my head. Suddenly, a loud buzz came from my phone, indicating that someone was calling me. Not bothering to look at the caller ID, I picked up.

"Hello?" I said almost audible for the person to hear.

"Hey, babe." A very familiar and sweet voice said; Liam.

My frown instantly became a broaden smile across my face, as soon as my boyfriend replied. It's been a month since we have talked or even messaged, since we're busy with our jobs.

The deal is, he's a singer in a famous British boy-band, an I'm myself a rising singer. I've only had a couple of gigs, not even compared to the huge concerts and the tour he have been on. Sometimes I can envy him, but I eventually come over it.

"Hey, Liam! OMG! I've missed you so much!" I stated.

A light chuckle escaped his mouth."I missed you too, Thea!" He paused for a second before continuing. "Since we haven't seen each other for a while, I thought we could maybe hang out today. Catching up and stuff?" He suggested.

"I never thought you would ask... Of course! When and where?" I hastily said, impatiently awaiting to be in his embrace.

"Um how about 3pm? I'll pick you up." He suggested firmly.

A grin formed on my lips, and I agreed, before heading towards the bathroom and did whatever you do in there.

After drying my dripping wet body from the refreshing shower, I rushed to the rack of clothes, hanging with the newest clothes I just bought. Corny much, but I have nothing proper to wear to this event! Then I spotted something, sighing gratefully. In cue of slipping on my shoes, the door flung open and revealed the twins.

What now?

"Baby, I miss you so much it hurts." Aidan tried to imitate of talking into a phone, acting as he was me.