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It only took approximately two seconds before I realized that maybe I was going about the whole ordeal in the wrong way.

I shouldn’t have said anything - hell I probably shouldn’t have even thought about it.

He was right when he said that it was none of my business – okay like 90% right but still right nonetheless.

Now I was acting quite childish as I walked away from him, taking the same path back to where his bike was located.

The worst part of it all was the fact that I hated being wrong, and even if I was wrong, I was stubborn enough to continue acting like I wasn’t. So I continued to walk away, even when my brain was screaming for me to turn around and apologize.

I could hear Zayn walking behind me, and as much as I wanted for him to call my name and force me to look at him, he didn’t. It was very quiet, apart from the sound of our walking and the distant car noises on the road.

Eventually, we reached his bike, and I hesitated.

If I rode on his bike with him, it’d meant I forfeit, or some sort of forgiveness. I was still angry and my stubbornness was not about to leave, so I walked past it and headed toward the road.

I honestly had no idea why I was acting the way I was, but I just couldn’t give in.

“Are you serious? Just get on the bike and I’ll take you home, no need to blow this out of proportion.”

“I’ll take a taxi, thanks,” I bluntly replied.

“You know what, fine, have it your way,” Zayn commented automatically before getting on his bike, starting it and turning it around so he could get on the paved road. At first I thought he was joking, that it was just a simple lesson to get me to get on the bike, which I think I would have done, except I didn’t get the chance to. He took off into the road, never looking back once.

I was stunned. My mouth was open and I couldn’t even move. I thought he would try and convince me, and after some more arguments I would finally get on the bike and we would ride back into town.

Seconds passed and I still couldn’t move. He had disappeared into the road and I felt so… angry. And it wasn’t anger directed toward him, it was mostly directed toward me.

 I shouldn’t have said anything, and I shouldn’t have acted the way I did, but sometimes I do things and say things that I can’t control, but the end result is always the same.

Not to mention, that I always end up hating myself a bit more afterwards.

Sighing, I finally moved closer to the road and took out my phone. I had to follow through with my taxi idea, although I thought I wouldn’t have to.

Except…

No. No. No. NO.

Of course they’d be no signal there.

I shouldn’t have spoken so soon. God, I was a complete idiot, a complete and total idiot.

How I managed to get into situations like this was outstanding.

Maybe even Zayn knew there was no signal around, and left, only to come back later. He was probably just messing around with me. That’s all.

Well, the thought slowly turned to dust when ten minutes passed and there was still no sign of him anywhere. I even waited on the same spot he brought us to, except I hid behind some trees to hide from unwanted guests.

Ten minutes eventually turned to thirty and that’s when all my hope burned to the ground, got stepped on by some giants and was thrown into the ocean for sharks to feed on.