The Love That Never Ends
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To: Pez<3
it's not true. All it is is a bunch of stupid people trying to ruin what we have. We'll talk about it as soon as we can. Love you too.
I just prayed she would believe me. I also had to hope management wouldn't get into it either. Perrie and I could solve the problem. Even though that'a what I told myself, it was hard to believe.
Perrie's PoV
Zayn tried to reassure me that it was fake when I texted him but it was hard to tell if it was a lie. We would meet soon and I would know for sure if my relationship was over. Tears flooded into my eyes as the horrible though refilled my head and all I wanted was to feel the strength of Zayn's arms wrapped around my body
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