Broken But Still Sparkling

There's a story behind every person. There's a reason they are the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them. Aria is still grieving after her sister's painful death. When Zayn comes into Aria's life they immediately click, the only thing holding them back are lies, past drama and secrets.

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15. Breakdown and Movie Night

Aria’s POV

 

                  After Zayn dropped me off, I couldn’t stop smiling. My face was constantly beaming with happiness. But in the pit of my stomach, there was a feeling of pain, completely unbearable pain that gradually spread throughout my body. When I was happy, the sadness and pain of events seemed to flood back to me in a river of sorrow. As I closed my eyes, memories of Serena began to flashback to me replaying over and over again in my mind. I smiled at all the times we had together, but still tears fell down my cheeks, as I very well knew our times together had been cut short. I wandered off aimlessly to her room and collapsed on her bed, sending a whirlwind of dust into the air. I sighed and tried to hold back the lump crawling slowly up my throat. I began to breathe fast and heavily and I let the teardrops fall quickly down my face. I laid on her bed, weeping for hours, feeling alone and isolated. My parents were of no help; they were always off traveling on business or working late nights leaving me with a sticky note on the fridge reading “Be Back Soon!”  I shook my head, I had Victoria, I suppose, but she would never make up for Serena. When my parents were away, Serena and I would throw parties and have constant movie nights but now it was just I, living in a large, lonely house. I wiped away the lingering tears and put on a mask of happiness to cover up the sadness I felt inside. Just as I was about to go to bed, I heard the ring of the doorbell echo through the house. I skipped down the long, narrow staircase and opened the front door. I opened the door to see Zayn smiling at me, his eyes luring me in spreading a genuine smile across my face.

 

Zayn’s POV

 

         As I stared at Aria, all I could think about was the kind and beautiful person she was. I turned my gaze to her eyes that I could tell were full of sorrow and sadness.

         “Come in,” Aria said, ushering me into her house.

         “Aria, what’s wrong?” I spoke to her, putting my arm around her.

Aria looked at me and smiled, “Nothing. Nothing when I am with you,” Aria replied. When I was with Aria she made me feel like the most important person alive from the way she treated me to just the sparkle and gleam in her eyes.

         “Okay, but if something is wrong, you have to tell me,” I said.

         “I will,” Aria replied back, her eyes beginning to sparkle. “So…why are you here?” Aria said finally.

         “Because… well…” I started off hesitantly, “The truth is, because I missed you and without you, I felt empty,” I finished quietly. I couldn’t help but think that Aria may not feel the same way; it killed me to think she may only want to be friends.

         “I missed you too,” Aria, said teary eyed.

         “Stop crying, I am here now,” I said laughing. Aria began to laugh, her eyes meeting mine.

         “Do you want to watch a movie?” Aria said as I wrapped my arms around her thin waist.

         “Yes!” I said kissing her on the cheek. Aria blushed and turned a deep shade of red but continued over to the large couch. I plopped down next to her, cuddling her in my arms. I laughed at the cheesy hallmark movie playing on her flat screen TV. It is was still hard to believe how she treated me like anyone else, not “Zayn Malik, Music Superstar” but just “Zayn.” I smiled as she slowly fell asleep in my arms and before I knew it, my eyelids became heavy and gradually shut.

Time Pass

Aria’s POV

         I woke up in Zayn’s arms, blankets astray and pieces of popcorn laying in clumps on the floor. I slowly crept up from the couch, removing myself from Zayn’s sturdy grasp and began to cook breakfast for Zayn. I glanced at the kitchen clock that read 5:30 am. I groaned, I could have slept later; after all it’s the weekend. I opened the fridge door, slamming out cartons of eggs and other ingredients to make steaming sweet pancakes. As I began to cook pancakes, the sweet scent wafted through the air. I glanced over at Zayn lying lifelessly on the coach. I sighed hoping he would get up in time for fresh pancakes.

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