One last time/Zauren

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"Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" my father asked. I looked around, everything still looked in place. I shrugged. "I guess. I mean, what else am I supposed to do? If he doesn't want to be here in Florida if he thinks I have made life for him such a burden I'm setting him free. I'm giving him oppurtunity to do whatever it is that he really wants. Even if that means moving back to England." Just saying those words out loud myself make my heart skip a beat and not in the good way. "Alright then.. I'll start to load up your stuff in the van."

Z:
It was the morning and everything that happened the previous night was a bit fuzzy in mind and while I do remember talking with Lauren, I don't remember what was discussed. "You guys ready to head out?" Niall asked walking into the living room with his backpack. I was layed out with a bottle of water and Harry was fast asleep. "I thought we were staying for two days," I said.

"I was scheduled for work tonight and I can't miss another day. I already talked to Louis and he's getting ready. You guys can head back with Liam if you'd like. I'll be in the car," Niall said heading out.

"Harry." I shook his arm and he slapped mine away. "Harry we're leaving back to Miami."

It took about ten minutes to get Harry up and then out of bed and then out the door.

"You guys were real fucking obnoxious last night," Niall said. Harry was fast asleep again and Louis had headphones in. His eyes were closed as well so I couldn't be sure if he was sleeping or not. "Look, I'm paying for it right now so," I shrugged and continued clutching onto my water bottle. "And you could've just came out and told us to pipe the fuck down."

"I shouldn't have to tell you guys anything. There's a point when you realize hmm everyone's sleeping maybe we shouldn't be so loud," Niall said. I waved him off and layed my head back.

I was excited by the time I arrived back at my flat because I just wanted to sleep. I told Ally I'd get Depp later, I just needed to take a very long sleep. That wasn't going to be the case by the time I got back inside. It's like I just completely sobered up when I walked through the doors. The love seat was missing from the corner of the living room, the coffee table.. I would have sworn I got robbed until I walked into the bedroom and saw that everything that Lauren owned was gone. Everything that I'd purchased or that we had split half and half was still here.

I didn't want to lose my mind with the thought that this was it for us, that there was no fixing this. I don't remember what I said to her on the phone. I don't know if I'm the one that told her to pack her stuff and go but I needed to talk to her. I tried calling her twice but she wouldn't answer, so I sent her a text.

I know this is a bit weird, but I just came home to nothing and I really just want to talk to you. I'll be at the Shire and I don't know if you'll want to show up or not, but I'll be there.

L:
I wasn't sure if I should go to see Zayn because I didn't know what he would say. He obviously saw that I moved my stuff out and he must be upset about it. He wasn't going to start a fight or atleast I hoped he wouldn't because the Shire is a restaurant. It's public, people are everywhere.

I was parked in front of the Shire for about fifteen minutes just trying to calm my heart down. "You can do this Lauren," I told myseld and nodded climbing out of the car.

The hostess walked me over to where Zayn had reserved a table. His hair was completely disheveled and he looked tired. He had a glass of water in front of him and he was tapping on the wooden table looking elsewhere until we made eye contact and a small smile crept up on his lips.

"You actually showed up," he said almost breathlessly. I nodded and got comfortable ordering a plate of fries and a pineapple margarita. "So, I see you completely moved out.." he said. I nodded. "Does that mean that we're over?"

"I guess so... I mean, I didn't want it to end like this. I never even imagined that we'd end this way, but things are different between us."

Our waitress placed my fries and margarita down onto the table. "I don't feel like things are different between us. I still love you the way I always have," he said.

"And I still love you and I still care deeply for you, and that's what I was trying to tell you on the phone last night but you were on a drunken rant."

"Exactly. I was drunk. I say really really stupid things when I'm drunk and you know that. I don't remember any of it."

"Basically," I said taking a bite of my fry. "You repetitively told me that I left you, which is not the case. I just felt we needed time apart. I wasn't completely calling off the wedding. I wasn't breaking up with you. I just felt we needed space to see if this is what we really want. Then you went on telling me how much you sacraficed for me, and let's just set the record straight that I never told you to move out here. That was all you. I didn't tell you to leave your family and I don't want that being a rumor that's going around, and if it's coming from your mouth do you think they'll believe me? That I wasn't the one who made you come here?"

"That's not how I feel at all, and I don't know why I said that. In all honesty if you lived in India, I'd still move over there to be with you. I really truly love you Lauren and I don't understand how we got to this point with each other." I had my chin in the palm of my hands as Zayn spoke.

"Do you regret asking me to marry you, and I mean do you think we're too young or that I pressured you in any way, because I don't want that to be the case. I don't want you to feel as though I pressured you into proposing because that's not what I wanted at all."

"Heavens no, Lauren. I want to marry you just as much as you want to marry me. I think we're more than ready. Our stability is in tact."

"Then why are we fighting so much? We've never ever fought like this." Zayn didn't make eye contact with me and shrugged.

I stared at Zayn for a while trying to make sense of the millions of thoughts flooding my mind at the same time. I tapped a packet of sugar on the table. "I think that we should give it a month, and see how we feel by the end of it, and if we still feel all this pent up animosity, then maybe there shouldn't be a wedding and maybe we were just fooling ourselves."

"We aren't fooling ourselves," Zayn said, shaking his head. I shrugged placing money down on the table, and getting up. "We'll see."