Hi, im Zoe Clarks. Yanno, just an ordinary teenager attending Bradley High School. My parents? Well, i only have my stuck up mom by my side, and well for my dad? Well, he was long gone since I was just 13 years old. My life isn't all that perfect. And friends? Friends was something I didnt have, except one person. Emily Safire. She was my bestfriend. Well actually, make that two. Zayn Malik. He was popular, but not as popular as Harry. Zayn didnt care, he didnt care being seen with me. He was my bestfriend, but we acted a little more than just friends sometimes. Anyway, school was hell. I would get bullied and hated. Of course, i was known as the 'nerdy nobody' of the school. That's why some people called me 'double n'. Whatever right? Anywho, back to harry. Harry styles. Ugh, hearing that name just makes me cringe. He's the most popular guy at this school. I don't understand, he's sweet to me. Well only when were all alone, but when his friends are here, he's nothing but a straight up asshole. I don't get it! He acts like he likes me, then when his friends are around he's acting like I'm a walking contagious disease or something. But now I know why. It's because he's scared. No. Ashamed. Ashamed to be seen with me. Being popular and having alot of friends, wait FAKE friends mean so much to him. I don't know how long I will keep on letting him treat me like this. Whatever though, I'm used to it. I wouldn't wanna be seen with me to right? But like I said, whatever.
What we fail to understand is that mistakes were done on both parts. It's easy to assume one is the victim and the other the villain.
But, what if both of them fucked up?
After one year apart, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik reconnect to resolve their issues and begin again coming from a place of hurt. A love story for the ages. A sentiment like no other. A demonstration that all humans make mistakes, but that those mistakes don't define us and we can come out the otherside stronger and even more in love.
EDIT: This story is MINE and original. The only other copy of this work is on Ao3 under DeeLa17. Any other copies or translations outside of these users are not mine. Please refrain from stealing or publishing on any other platform WITHOUT my consent. If you wish to translate it into another language, feel free to contact me.