Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


86. Game's on, boys

No one's P.O.V:


Emily slowly swung her legs over the edge of Zayn's bed. She sat on the edge, still with her phone pressed to her ear.

"It seems weird hearing your voice again," James said. 

Emily remained quiet. Her stomach felt heavy, like a huge knot was building in it. She had her back turned to Zayn, but knew exactly how he looked at her. How his eyes were pressed slightly together, his jaw tensed up, his fists closed hard.

"But that's not why I called-"

"Why is he calling?" Zayn spat, but Emily ignored him and stood up. She still had the phone against her ear as she bend down and picked one of Zayn's t-shirts up from the floor. She somehow managed to slide it over her head, without dropping her phone. 

"I called because... I think we need to talk," 

"Yes, yes we do..." 


Emily's P.O.V:


"What did he say?" Zayn muttered, as I he marched into the kitchen where I stood, pouring myself a bowl of oatmeal. My phone was lying on the kitchen counter beside me. It was only a few minutes ago I had ended my conversation with James, who politely had asked me to meet up with him one of the following days. Since I didn't have any plans today, we had agreed on meeting at a little coffee shop near his apartment. I was not much for telling Zayn, knowing that either he would get upset, or angry with me. I didn't want to hurt him, but if I had to straighten the mess I had made out, then I had to meet up with James. And I wanted to. I wanted to clear things out with him, and be sure that there weren't any bad feelings between us. After all I never wanted to hurt him, which sounds so terribly stupid, cause I should've known that by sleeping with another man, I would break his heart. And I did. I shattered it. I could tell the night he left. I had never seen him so upset, and I had known him for some years. He deserved someone who wasn't such a wreck, and didn't go behind his back. He deserved an explanation and an apology. He deserved more than that, but what more could I give him? 

"You heard me, what did he say?!" Zayn spat, ripping me out of my thoughts. A loud sigh left my lips and I shut my eyes, "Nothing, Zayn". I was not in the mood for fighting with him, but he clearly didn't care about what I was in the mood for, cause as stubborn as he was, he kept bragging on about it. "Don't pull that on me!" I could feel him step closer to me, and my body tensed up. I was not scared. Zayn would never do anything to hurt me, I knew that. I tried to calm myself, not worrying about the fact that he was mad. "I'm meeting up with him today," I finally breathed out. 

A heavy silence fell over us.

"Say something..." I whispered, staring down in my bowl with oatmeal. My heart was pounding fast. I didn't turn around to see his face expression. I didn't want to realise that I had to hurt him again. I didn't want to hurt him again. But I somehow managed to. I had somehow managed to turn into this wreck of a girl I used to be, that hurt everyone she never wanted to hurt. It was when I heard the bathroom door slam, I span around to find Zayn gone. My heart sank in my chest. 


Zayn's P.O.V:


I took a deep shaking breath as I took a look at myself in the mirror. My eyes started to get red as the tears fought to escape them. Don't cry, I hissed in my mind. Crying over the fact that she was meeting up with him was not only silly, it was pathetic. It was something that I shouldn't do. I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. 
After some minutes of trying to pull myself together, I turned the shower on, and made sure to turn the heat up enough to burn my skin when I stepped in. I tried to catch my breath as I could feel a knot build in my throat. But soon I gave in, let the tears escape my eyes and let myself sink down on the cold stone floor. I rested my back against the wall, threw my head back, and closed my eyes. 

Just when I thought you were mine...


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