Turn for the better

After Frankie and Katie move to London with their boyfriends, at the age of sixteen, the boys decide to make a run for it- not being able to cope with all the pressure of living and working in the big city. After surviving 6 months without them and finally turning 18 the two girls have a turn for the better when they meet a group of well known, well loved lads. Due to being now completely independent, Frankie tries to reject the boys help, and the boys themselves, but she soon realizes that she needs the help. Has she lost the chance of getting some support? Has she lost the chance of finally falling in love again? And is she keeping a secret from everyone?

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Zayn's P.O.V 

"We're locked in," She said. Great. Just what we needed. I was looking around he van, trying to find a way out of this, when something on the floor caught my eyes. I bent down and picked it up:

We can't stand to see you two like this anymore, so we all decided that we're not letting you out until you sort out whatever is going on between you. 

The day's nice so I would hurry up about it,

Harry xx 

 

"We're locked in here on purpose," I said, handing Frankie the napkin that Harry had written on. She took it from me and scanned down it reading what he had written. She shook her head, threw the napkin on the floor and slumped back onto the chair behind her. This was gunna take a while. We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity,but was probably only a few minutes. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I was from the beginning," I carried on still whispering, doubting that she could hear me. I let my head hang, once I had finished. We were both still for a moment, then she looked round at, I could see a tear falling down her cheek, it looked like a waterfall, her face so beautiful. I hated myself for what I did and I hated myself for never thinking. 

"Why... why?" She started stuttering. I looked up at her. 

"I never meant to hurt you," I started. She scoffed. "I didn't," I carried on. 

"I really doubt that, do you remember it differently to how I do, do you not remember yourself, what you did to me, what you said, how you made me suffer?" She asked. I hung my head. We were silent for a minute. 

"You have to understand that I have hated myself everyday since then, I wake up in the morning knowing that I don't deserve to still be living, I don't deserve anything that I have," I said. 

"Your damn well right about that," she hissed and turned to look out the window. I stared at her back. 

"You have no idea how I feel.." I started but she cut me off.

"And you have no idea how I feel... Do you?" She asked. I shook my head. "Exactly, you have no idea what I went through, how I felt about it all, you only cared about yourself!" She was shouting now, tears started streaming down her face, I hated seeing her like this, it brought it all back. But she was right, when in all of this had I thought about her, I hadn't, I had only thought about me. 

"Your right," I said getting off the chair and kneeling in front of her. "I didn't think about how you felt, never thought about it, that's the worse thing. I'm a bad person, a terrible person, and I don't blame you if you never want to see me again, if you never want to talk to me again, but please... please know that I regret everything that has ever happened in my past, I hate knowing who I was, who I still am, it makes me sick," I explained. She wiped her tears away, with her hand as I slumped back leaning against the chair, my head in my hands, I mentally screamed. We were silent for a moment, the only noise was made by Frankie who was sniffling. 

"So do you regret meeting me?" She finally ask. I looked up slowly. I hadn't thought about that. I loved Frankie with all my heart, it wasn't her that I hated about my past, it was me. I shook my head. 

"No, your the best part thing that came out of the past, your beautiful smile, smoldering eyes... you," I said. She looked up at me, our eyes meet. 

"You mean that?" She asked, a small smile appearing on her face. I nodded. 

"Every word, I didn't mean to be such an arse about everything and I really want us to be.... like we were, before we realised," I said. 

"Oh," was all she said. I looked at her confused. She looked upset, you could see tear stains down her cheeks, her eyes were slightly puffy and red, but she still looked beautiful. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She looked up. 

"Umm, I was... was just hoping that, maybe, if you wanted, that we could be more.... more than just friends.... if you wanted to," She stuttered, looking slightly embarrassed. I could hide the smile that erupted onto my face. Finally. 

"Yes," I said smiling. She lifted her head, looking slightly nervous. I smiled at her, her eyes started shining her lips twitched into a smile. 

"Really?" She asked, I nodded. 

 

Frankie's P.O.V 

As soon as I had said it, I regretted it. What was I thinking, of course he wouldn't want to go out with me. I felt stupid and completely embarrassed, I probably looked it as well. I saw a smile erupt on Zayn's face. 

"Yes," Was all he said. I lifted my head that I had let fall, I was nervous. I have no idea why though. He smiled his gorgeous smile, my face lit up he meant it, didn't he?

"Really?" I asked. He nodded. He was my boyfriend. How had we just gone from a big argument and hatred to being together. How did that just happen? He had made me smile so much before I remembered, that's what I wanted back. I wanted to hold his hand, watch him smile. I had fallen in love with him, but I hadn't meant to.

"Shall we try and get out of here?" He asked. I smiled and nodded. 

"Yeah," I said. He got his phone out and called Niall. There was no answer. He kept trying. My mind wondered. I was ecstatic. My heart was thumping so loud I though it would come out of my chest. We had finally spoken words, and I would never take them back. Ever. Nothing would make me take back what I said to him. 

 

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