Finally Free

Chapter 2

♡ Perrie ♡

Over the past year, I've wondered countless times how the day I meet him again would look like.

Would he just straight up ignore me or would he by some miracle be glad to see me? I've always hoped it was the latter, even though after some time I lost all hope he would and made peace with the fact that he never wants to see me again.

At least I thought I did. Now that one drop of hope that always creeps its way in my mind uninvited is back again.

I always thought that even if I ever saw him again, it would be on an award show years later and we'd be surrounded by people - I'd be able to avoid him.

But now I'm here, standing in front of him, only a year later and there's no other people I can hide behind. There's no easy escape.

I'm stuck.

As soon as I look up and his enchanting brown gaze entraps mine, I suck in a sharp breath and I feel like I've just been punched in the stomach.

My lungs suddenly stop working and I find myself having to remind myself to breathe. I can feel my heart trying to punch it's way out of my chest, disappointing my brain once again by it's reaction.

He doesn't seem to be doing better than I am, to my relief. I'd feel like the biggest loser if he was completely careless about this situation.

His full lips are parted as his eyes reflect something that I can't decipher. Needles to say, shock is written all over his face.

I swear to god, if we both have a panic attack at the same time....

Just when I think we're going to stay tere in silence and stare at eachother forever, he speaks up.

"Perrie. Hi." His voice comes out hoarse, almost inautible but it still sends chills down my spine.

God I'm so angry for reacting to him like this. I'm supposed to act like an ice queen towards him after what he did to me.

Pictures of a months long heartache flash through my mind, and I'm suddenly reminded of what he put me through. Rage starts to replace the shock and enchantment.

The least I can do for myself is show him that he doesn't affect me anymore, that what he did to me only made me stronger, that I'm not the person he once knew.

"W-What are you-... doing here?" Zayn stutters, trying to form a sentence.

Just when I was about to open my mouth to ask him the same and show that I'm the one who's composed and in control, Gigi finally shows up.

As soon as her gaze lands on Zayn, her eyes look like they could pop out of her skull anytime now and panic washes over her.

"Zayn? What the hell are you doing here?" Zayn and I both can hear the anger lacing through her voice.

"Um, you told me to." Zayn answers weakly, but his gaze is still pinned to me.

"Yeah but you weren't supposed to be here for a few more hours!"

"Well I am here now Gigi, for fucks sake let's focus on what we're gonna do now." Zayn gritts through his teeth, as his voice lowers an octave deeper.

I don't want to be here. If I'm here for one more minute I think I'm going to faint, just looking at him makes me sick to the stomach.

Gigi and Zayn continue whisper fighting, they obviously don't care that I can still hear them, they're not that silent at all.