Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


85. James on the line (again)

It was after a few days considering I decided to contact Emily again. I knew that I had to do it sooner or later, cause we had to talk about it. We had to deal with it in grown up ways, though I guess none of us wanted to. I didn't want to deal with it, I either wanted her back, or... wanted her back. No other way out. We needed to talk about the terrible break we had had, and we needed to try and work it out. This time Zayn Malik wouldn't stand a chance, not against the love Emily and I had shared, and hopefully still shared. His foolish games and hands on her body, seducing her, wouldn't work this time. 

She loved me. I knew that. It had to be that way. She couldn't love him, cause he was so different from me. And I remembered her loving me. I remembered it as the best time of my life. 

I sat on my couch in the new flat, turning my phone in my hands, trying to think every little thing that could go wrong through. She could reject me. She could tell me that she was with Zayn. Maybe she could say that she was going to have his child... All these sick thoughts made my stomach turn. Overthinking wasn't a good thing, but if things went wrong, it would break me more than when I had heard the news about her and Zayn. It would be torture. But then again, could it be worse than it already was? I doubted that. 

I didn't have anything to lose. 

If she rejected me, I had at least tried. I had done everything I was able to do. I had done my very best. 

I had to call her, it was something I just had to do. I stared emptily down at the screen as I dialed her number, that still was stuck in my mind like a tattoo. I hadn't deleted her contact so when I - after seconds of hesitating - pressed 'call', her name lighted up on my screen: Emily soon-to-be-Smith. 


Emily's P.O.V:


My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my ringtone. Zayn and I were lying in his bed, spooning. His arm wrapped strongly around my waist pulling us close. I somehow managed to loosen his grip a slight bit, just enough for me to reach my phone on the nightstand. I fell back down on the sheets as I had grabbed my phone, but once I read the name on the screen, I flew up in a sitting position, causing Zayn to open his eyes fast, and pull himself up on his elbows. "You okay?" He asked, looking worried. 

I didn't answer, instead I answered the phone. The man on the line. 

"Hello?" I said, holding my breath. My heart was racing in my chest. I felt nervous. So nervous that my head was threatening to explode. 

"Emily?" James voice sounded. His familiar calm heartwarming voice. 

"James?" I whispered, and grabbed the duvet, covering my body, as if he could see me with Zayn. As if he was able to see me lying in my undies cuddling with Zayn. Beside me Zayn tensed up. He pressed his teeth hard together, as he watched me with eyes pressed slightly together. 

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