Torn Apart (Zayn Malik and Niall Horan)

"But I love you, Milan! You can't just leave me like this! " He said as I packed all my stuff, I could hear, his voice cracked. He got a tight grip on my arm, not letting it move to continue packing. I forcibly took a look at him, his eyes were piercing red and pleading me to stay, tears were streaming down his cheek. I regretted looking at him. I struggled to be free of his tight grip, once I finally got out of his grip, I continuied packing. He was still pleading, I ignored him and finished packing. I put on my shoes and headed towards the door, he came rushing down the stairs, I took one more glance at him. How could he do this to me? Was this really goodbye? Is this was fate wanted? Those thoughs kept coming up and I left his flat, hailed a cab and made my way to the airport.