Same Mistakes

Liam’s intense brown eyes snuck another glance towards me while he remained silent. Zayn’s hand on mine seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. The room grew thick in tension, but Zayn didn’t know why. I continued staring at Liam, not knowing how to move on from this point.
“Liam,” asked Zayn. “What’s the matter?”
Liam seemed to jump back into reality and his face came back to life. “What are you talking about?” he said smiling.
I stood frozen as Zayn glanced down at me. I only shrugged my shoulder, pretending I had no idea what was going on, but inside, my emotions were in a whirlwind as I remembered the events that occurred a few years ago.


11. No Going Back


Lucy's P.O.V.

Harry had given me his number before they left. We called each other every now and then, and each time it was hilarious. The last time I called him was last week, when I told him I would be heading to England. Depending on how it went there, I would continue my studies there. Harry was ecstatic and said he’d prepare everything for Kathy’s and my arrival.


So here I was in England facing my new rented apartment. Kathy was so giddy and full of joy at the beauty of it. We stepped inside and it was absolutely massive yet marvelous. There were beautiful paintings on the walls, as well as sculptures. The walls were a mellow yellow, and the furniture all looked new. I sat down on a fluffy purple armchair, and sighed.

Harry said he would stop by later, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam. Even though I knew we were over before we even started, I couldn’t help but fall in love with him. Those beautiful eyes and his gentle hands; his delicious scent; the way he held me like he would never let go. But they’re just memories, and as the years went by, I realized I had to move on. Seeing his face on posters or hearing his voice no longer elicited any emotions. All I know now is that I’m happy I got the chance to know Liam, even if they were for two days. However, I didn’t know how I would react if I ever saw him again.

Kathy sat down on the arm of my chair, abruptly ending my thoughts. “Well,” she said. “Harry did a good job.” She looked down at me. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing much,” I said.

“Sure,” she replied, and then walked away as soon as she heard the doorbell.

I remained sitting on the armchair, feeling butterflies in my stomach. I hadn’t seen Harry in ages and I was silently wishing yet dreading the possibility of Liam being with him. At the sound of Harry’s voice and Kathy’s squealing, I decided to get up and walk towards the door.

And then I laid eyes upon Zayn and there was no going back.


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