If We Ever Meet Again

10 years of 1D has been a great success but its time for a break, and the boys go their separate ways. But what's next inline for them?

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34. Louis, Zayn and Liam - 8

So I got a spare key from the landlord. I'm sitting here waiting until Victoria gets home. I'm not taking anything from her until she here's me out.

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"hmmmm.. maybe I should go see Chloe. But what if she is totally pissed with me? Then it will take her even longer to calm down. And on the other hand, Liam likes Chloe, I can't interfere with that. Who knows what he might do if he saw us together. What am I saying?! I can't do that?! Can I? I'm so confused. Maybe its because all this time I thought I couldn't. Or maybe all this time I was actually inlove with Chloe and I couldn't admit it to myself!!!"

"Look bro, just take ya damn coffee and leave" The guy at the register said.

"Oh sorry." I walk away in complete embarrassment, did I actually say all of that to a complete stranger? It so unlike Zac. But I'm Zayn Malik

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I walk into the bathroom, wash my face. It clears my head.

I'm not Luke. I'm not him. We look alike. And we sound alike. We act ali... Who am I kidding? I'm me, but in Luke's form. There's no act. I'm generally me, all the time. And it hurts to think, Chloe doesn't think that who we are, are real. She probably thinks we are just some phony use-to-be's trying to maintain a normal life. I'm hating it. I don't think Chloe will ever forgive me.

I need aspirin.

I reach to the medicine cabinet to retrieve the jar. As I poured my self a glass and went to reach a tablet, I knocked over the whole jar.

I'm just a phony, Chloe is never going to look at me the same way. Who am I to say of her rights to know who I really am. I really wished I had told her. And it would be more of a celebration than a disaster. I can't believe I let myself become so involved in someone's life. She deserved the truth, something I wasn't willing to give her until we gained that sort of trust. Which we did, but I was quite happy not telling her. F****** STUPID!

I punched the mirror. My hand had cuts and it was bleeding. I put my head down and look at the broken mirror, cleared my throat, the whole jar...

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I can hear footsteps on the stairs, and someone is unlocking the door.

Vicky

She walked confusingly in, I interrupt it,

"By the way, the doors open"

"YOU!!!!"

"Yes. Me?"

"DON'T PLAY SMART WITH ME BOY!!!"

"Look I'm sorry, about that. And i'm sorry about this. But you didn't even give me a chance to explain myself. I deserve the right to talk!"

"ARE YOU F****** KIDDING ME? YOU DESERVE THE RIGHT TO TALK?! YOU DESERVE A PUNCH IN FACE!!" She swings her arm vigorously at me, unfortunately she is not very strong, and fails at trying to slam my face in.

She screams, and comes bellowing at me and takes a whack at my cheek.

"YOU SLAPPED ME!!"

"AND YOU BLUDDY WELL DESERVED IT!"

"RIGHT, I CAME OVER HERE TO APOLOGISE, SAY SORRY, SAY I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU, AND TELL YOU I'M STILL ME!!! BUT INSTEAD YOU SLAP IN THE FACE!"

Face to face, breathing heavily and and angrily. I don't deserve this shit.
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