Bad boys and broken hearts. {WATTYS 2017}

Chapter 24 // goodbye London, hello America

Picture of Zayn sitting on the wall above/side
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My mind just reels of everything, and nothing all at the same time. Saying goodbye is like the hardest thing one can do, I don't even wanna say goodbye because I can't bare seeing the sad faces of the ones I love. Even if I continue to see Zayn our relationship is flexible it always has been. Zayn isn't the problem though, Liam is. He's not okay with me leaving him at all, but it's my dream to go and I'm gonna chase it.

I pack the last of my bags, folding things neatly into the many suit cases. I've been here all my life, England was my home and now I'm saying goodbye. America is a beautiful place from what I heard and saw in pictures, the only question is is it really for me? I'll have to find out. Liam ordered Pizza for us to all enjoy before I left but I wasn't hungry. Honestly I was sick to my stomach and not just because of the pregnancy but because I'm leaving everything I love.

Liam and Niall helps me put the rest of my bags in the back of the car. Mackenzie braces herself for tears that have yet to come and Zayn sits, watching on the brick wall. My eyes move to him several times, and he might be the one I miss the most. It's crazy though, to think of my ex as the one I'll miss most when I have all these great friends and family.

I see on Niall's face the hurt and misery at the thought of me leaving. I feel the same, but I can't sit here and do nothing with my life... There's gonna be a time when my parents and the boys are not gonna be here, and when that happens I'm gonna need a job. And sadly the only places are fast food joints. And I don't do fast food.

I smile at Zayn, before he reaches into his pocket and starts texting on his phone. My eyes meet Liam next and nothing in the world could brace me for what was bound to happened. His hands grip my waist leaving a lingering touch when he moves them to the small of my back. His eyes are glassy but he saves the tears for the airport, while he smiles at me.

His lips brush mine even though he knows how much I hate a tease. I grab the collar of his shirt roughly and smash my lips against his. The fire is there and the sensation is overwhelming as it makes my skin crawl. I finally pull away for breath, my eyes darting to Zayn involuntarily.

I say my last goodbyes, all while getting in the car to leave as my phones dings, signaling a text. Once again my eyes go to Zayn. I now ignore it but the curiosity eats at my insides. I hug everyone one last time, from inside the car because I'm to fat to get out again. And soon we head to the airport in silence. It's not until Liam has pulled into the parking lot when the realization of reality hits.

His hands grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white, and he keeps his eyes on the windshield, as his eyes threaten to spill tears. For several minutes words go unspoken, and it reminds me of the times the same things happened with my parents and I. Finally, I open the door first bracing myself for the heartache Liam's tears will bring me.

"I could of opened your door." His voice croaks, barely an audible whisper.

We make our way into the airport, dodging conversation and tears the best we can. But soon comes the time for departure and it is hell. I'm the first to allow tears to fall, slowly and then pouring like rain. Liam grimaces as his hands move to my face. He wipes away the tears as best he can.

His lips connect with mine, and it's like rainbows have descended from the sky and captured me in a pleasurable daze. I melt in his hands like I always have but now it's like there's more. My hands move to the bottom of his shirt and I find myself sliding them up it. Flashing lights are seen from through my closed eyelids and I can hear cameras clicking, as well as our names being called but I ignore it. I pull away.