Ditching The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction Sequel

Mending?

"What was that for?" I said a little to quickly as she pulled away. Pain filled her face as more tears threatened to spill.

"I guess that really was an accidental bump."

So I really did kiss her? If I did I don't remember, I didn't mean to, but if I knew it would have felt li-

"I'm really no good. I've been trying so hard even though you reject me, but if I keep liking you nothing will change."

"Serena..."

"No more... I've had enough of this... I'm through with loving you!"

(She-said)

Thinking back to him, to everything he's put me through, I couldn't hate him anymore then I do right now. I'm through with loving him, I can't do it. If I keep loving him I'll break into millions of pieces like my heart did. It won't be put back together either, like Jason said, once it's broken, it can't be glued back together. It's shattered, the broken pieces in my hand cutting my skin, and it's bleeding out.

I screamed as I bumped into someone falling back.

"Sorry I should've looked where I was going." I opened my eyes to realize I was on the floor. His hand reached out towards me grabbing mine, helping me up. "No it was my fault. I'm Sorry." I stared at him in awe. I don't get what someone like him is doing in my school. He had an accent just like Harry, yet he had the most amazing hazel eyes. I realized I was staring when he put the palm of his hand on my cheek rubbing away my tears with his thumb. I put my head down in embarrassment. I can't believe I'm crying in front him. Instead of walking away he put two fingers on my chin lifting my head, for my eyes to meet his gaze.

"I won't ask, just except my open arms." There stood Zayn with his arms open, ready to take me into a warm embrace.

"No! You don't understand how it hurts. How it feels!" I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed to let these feelings out. I've been holding them in for so long I just had enough.

"Trust me. I know how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you. To wait for everyone to go to sleep so they can't see you fall apart. For everything to hurt so bad that you just want it all to end. The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one where you feel it in your throat, and your eyes become blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you have to hold your breath, and grab you stomach to keep quiet. The one where you can't breathe. The one where you realize the person that meant the most to you, is now gone."

I gradually fell apart in his arms as I knew he understood. Everything he said just now is exactly how I feel. When he hugged me tightly it just made me cry even more.

"I feel so weak crying in front of you."

"Crying is never a symbol of weakness. From the time we're born, it's always been a sign that we are alive. So don't laugh, and act like everything's okay when your heart is crying."

"It's easy to say that, but you don't really even know me."

"But I do know your the girl that believes what goes around come back around. The one that hopes a better day not just for herself, but everyone. The one that won't give up on anyone. Your the girl that's unlike the rest. The one that spent her days smiling, and nights crying. Your the girl that would love to be loved. The one that always looks so damn strong, but feels so weak. Your the girl that picks herself up every time she falls."

Hearing him say those things about me, stopped my tears. They stopped these hurt feelings I had. They made me realize I shouldn't waste my tears on Harry. Harry's always hurt me. I knew all along he didn't like me. I knew all along he thought I was annoying, and that I should just stop, so now that's what I'm doing. I'm giving up. He won, he's completely broke me.

", and that's why I love you." He said finishing what he was saying, and that was exactly what I needed to hear right now. He started to lean in, just like that day at my yard. I leaned in as well, letting our lips connect. Sparks flew, my lips felt like electricity, but it was missing something. Then again, there was those sparks that I couldn't deny. I do like Zayn.

We pulled apart, and he already had that huge smile spread across his face. I giggled as he raised, and lowered his eyebrows. He pulled me back into another hug, and honestly I did not want to let go.

HEY TROLLS!

haha I won't update until at least three reads! Whoops! Yup, and like I promised an update and the sequel!! 😁😂😂✋ I almost completely forgot about it though so my bad. Hope you guys enjoy it!

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