The Horror//Z.M

More Than Anything

☠EDITED☠

I present to you, a better manip of #Zassie. Short-ish chapter. I have things to dooo.

Cassie's POV:

It's been no more than two days, two days since Zayn opened up to me. Only a little bit, but it's a step closer.

After he told me she killed herself, he broke down, and left down the halls, leaving Louis and I. After that, we sat in the empty room, and he talked to me.

He told me how he was sorry. How he heard my screams, and wanted to help me so badly, but couldn't. Then he started crying, telling me how much he loves me as a friend, how much he's glad I came here.

And, then we started talking some more, asking how many people we have cared about.

*FLASHBACK*

"How many people have you cared about?" He asks.

"Only a few. How about you?"

"A few. I'll tell you mine, you tell me yours." He suggests.

I nod in response, "I go first?" And, he nods. "I've only truly cares about four people my whole life. My sister who's four years younger then me, my little brother who's only six right now, my best friend Paige, and you."

"What about your parents?" He asks.

"Never cared for me, why should I care for him?" I ask.

He nods, "I've only cared truly about my sisters, my girlfriend Eleanor, Zayn, and you."

*END OF FLASHBACK*

We walk down the empty hallway when I say, "Tell me more about Eleanor, would you?"

"She is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. Beautiful brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes that make you swoon, and she's also got those long legs that are just--ugh, so perfect." He smiles, his blue eyes shining as he talks about her.

"Are you still together?"

He smiles, "Hopefully. I've been missing for three years. I was walking home, and I got kidnapped by Zayn, forced to work for him. At first I hated him, but you learn to see the good in him. Anyway, I never saw her after that day. We were together for five years. I was seventeen when we started dating. I hope she hasn't found another guy, I want to see her again."

"And, you will. I'll help you. You will find her, and be with her."

"What if she doesn't rememeber me?"

"She will, I promise." I had a feeling she would. Silence hits us, until I break it.

"Did you love her?"

"More than anything."

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Sorry Larry shippers :)