im so fucking sorry for not updating im such a terrible person ugh i hate myself so much. i had exams and my mind went blank when it came to writing. please forgive me.
~Recap~
It seemed like before, when I first brought Selena home from school. Mum loved her so did dad, Safaa and Waliyha adored her. Doniya started college and wasn't able to meet her. She was the most perfect human being, I'm such a dick to her back then.
Yet, she still loves me.
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Selena's POV
We all chatted and laughed during tea time, I missed this so much. The entire time I felt Perrie's glare burning my skull, I tried ignoring it but I can't.
"Excuse me, I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be right back." I excluded myself and pushed my chair back and stood up walking down the hall towards the guest bathroom.
I walked in and locked the door before doing my business and then flushing. I washed my hands with the liquid soap and rinsed it off with the tap water.
I opened the door and walked out only to be greeted by Perrie, I stared at her. Icy blue eyes, silky blonde, pale skin and a perfect body; she's had everything Zayn could ask for in a girl yet why did he come back.
I start to question myself deeper and deeper until I heard Perrie say something.
"Why are you here?" I blinked.
"Trisha asked me to come, I'm a close friend of hers when I dated Zayn, we kept in touch." I told as she remained skeptical.
"Look cut the bullshit, I know why you're here and I don't care what you do but if you make any affectional contacts towards Zayn when I'm there then you'll be on the ground." She threatened and gave a fake smile then walked away.
My eyes widen to her words, I straighten my posture and walked back to the dinning room. I stood at the entrance and saw everyone even Doniya conversing with Perrie. You see Doniya and I never met when Zayn and I dated, she came back from college after we departed the relationship.
I decided to let them do their own thing, after all Zayn is smiling. I might as well just go to my room. So instead of rejoining them I made my way upstairs. I went inside my room and decided to think.
I laid on my bed like a starfish, flashbacks coming into my mind. I wonder if they still kept our photos. I jumped off my bed and walked out of my room and made my way towards Zayn's room which was at the end of the hall.
I slowly walked towards his door and once I did I turned the knob to his room and I walked in. His room still looks the same, nothing's changed.
I remember back then Zayn kept a chest box with our pictures in them, all I have to do is look for them.
I checked his drawers and his desk but I couldn't find it. I jumped when someone cleared their throat, I turned around and Zayn stood there with his arms crossed.
"Looking for something?" I nodded.
"The chest box." His eyes widen and a blush creeped on his cheeks. He walked past me and bend down to the floor and reached out under his bed. He pulled out a small dust covered chest which was the size of a book. Zayn brushed off the layer of dust and handed it to me.
"I kept it under my bed for a few years forgetting it was there until you asked for it." I held he box and lifted the lid, I looked inside and tons of photos were messily stacked up inside. I picked up one, with me covering my face with my hand in the backyard. I remember this. "This one is my favourite."
He picked up one picture of me looking up at the sky. My hair was let down and my eyes were closed with a smile stretched on my face.
"I don't remember you taking this." I stated.
"Well it was a unexpected picture I took of you. You looked like a goddess I had to take a picture." My face flushed.
"I'm still in love with you, you do know that right?"I asked and he nodded. "And your feelings are mutual too right?" He nodded again "then I suggest you start the wedding now while we're still on break." His eyes widen.
"Why would you suggest that?"
"You're engaged and it's been awhile, maybe too long and Perrie being herself will get tired of waiting. And I don't want to wait for you any longer Zayn. I've waited too long to realise it now. You need to move on and so do I, I love you Zayn, I really do but you have to do this, for me." I can't stand waiting for him anymore.
I took out a picture of us holding hands. He was wearing a pattern grey sweater and I wore a black one and I had black nail polish on. It was my favourite picture out all.
"Will it make you happy if I did it?" He asked morosely, I took in a breath.
"Yes." I lied.
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heyy....
sorry i didn't update, im sorry im sorry im sorry!
my mind went blank but understand that writing a story is not easy, you have to think and it's stressing. But I do this for all of you so pls don't be mad.
karen
