You And I

x Chapter 22 x

x Chapter 22 x

Zayns POV

Raindrops stream down the window of the cab.

Two days. It has only been two days and I feel like I'm dying.Why couldn't I have told her earlier? God , I wish I could go back in time and stop Perrie from saying that. I haven't talked to the lads since it happened. We are back in London now.But all I do is stay at home and stare at my phone , judging whether I should or shouldn't text her.I cry. My life is in pause. I just sit upright in my bed not daring to go into what was Kiara's room.Liam has tried to bring me food. But I only nibble it barely. I lost interest in life.

************A Month Later*************

A month has passed and I still have no sign of Kiara.

I have been eating. But barely. Ive been writing songs but I never finish them. Its like this game. I write an amazing song , and then when I sing it , I break down into tears and cry and cry wanting her to come when shes probably somewhere far away in Bradford kissing some other boys' lips. If only I could explain things to her. About how this whole thing is fake and the real thing is with her. But i cant. Shes gone. For good. If only.......

I heard a knock on the door. I flinched barely at the noise , then reminded myself it's not Kiara. I just got out of the shower. And I was putting clothes on. After about 3 weeks , Liam got me to move around the house a bit. I havent talked , but I atleast do stuff.

I heard Nialls' voice break the silence of the house.

"Uhh Hi." He said in a kind but shy sort of way.

"HI , can I get some stuff? I left it here in my old room." It was her voice. But how could it be? Shes' gone. She moved back to Bradford. I jumped to the door. My hand was on the door knob. I was fighting with myself to open the door or to not open the door. So I just kept my hand there and listened.

"Yeah , It's all still there." Niall said shutting the door.

Kiara said a quick thanks before slipping down the hallway.

*Kiaras' POV*

It was the middle of winter in London.I slipped off my cozy boots and gracefully slid down the hall. Snow was still melting in my hair and on my clothes , I smelt like winter.I completely forgot that I had to pass his room to get to mine.My heart went from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds,

'Please dont open your door. Please dont open your door.' I thought in my head. But my heart wanted him to open it. I wanted him to tell me that it was all a joke and nothing ever happened between him and Perrie. But I knew that wasn't what I came here for. 

I came here to get my stuff and leave. Continue my life in Bradford barely making it by in life. While Zayn is staying here , most likely kissing lips that aren't mine. I moved on to my room.

As I walked passed his bedroom, I heard a voice. 

He was singing.

"Thats all he does now." A voice said from behind.I flinched and turned around.

"Harry." I said so soft it was a whisper. "I missed you so much." I said giving him a small hug. Even though that whole thing happened with Zayn , I knew I could always trust Harry even if me and his bestfriend were going through rough times.

"Ive missed you too , But I think someone has missed you more." He said backing up. "Im not telling you to go in there and take him back." He paused. "Im telling you , let your heart decide whats best."

He walked away leaving me deep in my thoughts.

I must've stood there for a while because I heard his door knob start wobbling.I panicked and ran into my room.I was panting so loud I could see my icy breath fog the room.I gasped as I saw all the crumbled letters on the bed. I picked up the first letter I saw.

I was about to read it when I heard my door creak open.

It was Zayn.

We stood there in silence for what seemed like an hour but finally he broke the awkward silence.

"I thought you left." He said not looking at me. I was glad he didnt or else he wouldve seen me start tearing up. But what does that mean? Does he want me to leave? Does he not want me here? Does he hate me that much? 

Im overthinking it.

"Why didnt you come after me?" I choked out. The tears started streaming faster now.

"I did." He said sternly but I could her the tear drop fall on the hardwood floor.

"But you didn't stop me." I choked out , my voice cracked at the last word.

"What was I suppose to do!?" He shouted but his voice cracked.

He finally looked up at me with his amazing hazel eyes , and it was as if nothing had ever happened , like he never cheated on me or anything. I took a big breath and just turned around.  I started to grab my clothes and I shoved them into the suitcase that was in my closet. I was crying , but silently. I went to grab for my phone charger on my nightstand but I nocked over a glass of water.

It shattered on the floor in one million little pieces. I went to pick it up but I slipped and my legs got all cut up. Zayn helped me up in a heart beat and carried me to the bathroom.

 "I didnt ask for your help." I choked out bitterly.

He ddint answer. He just went straight to work on picking the little pieces of glass out of my jeans.

"Ummm. I cant get all the pieces with your jeans still on." He said nervously.

"Ill change into my shorts." I said not looking at him.

I carefully took off my jeans trying not to shred anymore of my skin. He was looking at me. No expression on his face.

 "One problem." He said.

"What?" I said getting my jeans all the way off.

"You dont have any shorts with you." He said quietly.

Ofcourse. It thought in my head.

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He got all the pieces out of my legs and he dabbed off the blood with a cloth.

"Thank you." I said looking at the wall. 

"Your welcome." He said quietly. "So can you tell me now?" He said willingly. His hazel eyes captivated mine.

"Tell you what?" I said trying to be brave.

"What I need to do." He said giving me a slight smile.

"Explain." I said slipping on my jeans very carefully.

When I was done buttoning I looked up at him. 

I was caught off guard because he was a lot closer now. 

Our noses were touching and our bodies were very close.

"Its a long story." He smiled.

"What is?" I said confused.

"The story of how I fell in love with you."