Second Chances.

It's been only a few months since Charlie left and shattered Zayn's world and she prays that they will never have to meet again.
Unfortunately, Charlie's world once again collides with Zayn's, when the band has to do a charity gig at her University and Charlie does everything to avoid him but somehow ends up in his arms at the end of the night.

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10. -Chapter Nine-

*U.N.I. by Ed Sheeran* -it's the song I listened to while writing this new chapter(:

∞CHARLIE∞

“So, am I allowed to kick his ass to Zimbabwe or no?” Rae asked, for the nineteenth time that night, a new record for herself. "Because Wesley more than deserves that."

I laughed softly but didn’t say anything, still an emotional wreck on the inside. I was hanging by a thread, a very small but strong thread that was keeping me from breaking down again.

“How’s Zayn?” Rae suddenly asked.

I had been holding my phone in my hand when she asked, but as soon as the words left her mouth, I faltered in my movement and now it laid face-first on the ground. I muttered angrily to myself and picked it up, before slowly sitting down on my bed, crossing my legs over one and another.

“Fine,” I mumbled. “I guess.”

“You guess? Oh come on, give me something better than that.”

I lost my temper and snapped, glaring at her harshly. “Why? Why do you want to know so much? Why don’t you just go ask him yourself? Huh?”

Rae held her hands up in surrender. “Well, sorry, didn’t know it was a crime to ask for a better answer than ‘Fine, I guess’.”

“Well it is,” I said, letting my head fall into the tender palms of my hands. “Why’d you let him in, anyway?”

“What?”

I looked up at Rae. “Why’d you let him in here? You saw me; you saw the state I was in. So why’d you let him see me like this?”

“Because he obviously still cares about you and…well, it turns out, he’s the only person who can reach you when you get emotional,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders, a little hurt in her eyes.

“That’s bullshit,” I remarked. “There’s you.”

“Now that’s B.S. As I recall, you wouldn’t let me into your room, after coming home from the hospital that day, instead of staying there,” Rae argued.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh and that brings up another question, why does everyone seem to think I should’ve stayed? I mean now, I know a part of me wanted to, but I still didn’t.”

Rae snorted. “Are you that blind by your fear of adventure?”

I opened my mouth to defend myself but Rae continued, ignoring me.

“You should’ve stayed because there was someone there waiting for you, someone who had totally stripped themselves of everything and was vulnerable, someone who cared for you, Charlie,” Rae explained. “My question for you, is why do you think it could’ve never worked if you had taken the chance? You pointed that out so often, for days after your decision.”

I looked down at my purple pajamas, avoiding her looks as I quietly replied, “Because…because I’m just not good enough for him…for anyone, to be honest, and I never will be.”

“That’s a complete load of shit and you know it,” Rae impulsively snapped at me. “Whoever you end up with, for the long run, you more than deserve because, whether or not you’ll admit, you are worth it, Charlie. You deserve endless days of happiness.”

I nodded but a part of me still remained in disbelief. Abruptly, Rae jumped off her bed and raced over to her laptop, before joining me on my bed.

“I kept forgetting to show you this, before the charity gig was due to happen,” she said as she opened her laptop and clicked on the YouTube tab.

I watched as her fingers smoothly glided over the keyboard as she typed in the Search box, typing in ‘mysterious guy singer at Starbucks near the UNI’ and hit the Enter key.

My eyes took in the hundreds of result that appeared slowly on the screen, most of them not even relating to what Rae had looked up, and watched in silence as Rae clicked on the third result.

The video loaded and it was mediocre quality, but no surprise since it came from a cell phone.

I listened and watched as the phone zoomed in and focused on an attractive guy who sat on a stool, in the front of the room of the Starbucks café. People were quiet as the guy sat down, a blond guy joining him, strumming a guitar with his right hand.

The guy singing wore a black wore-down jacket over a white t-shirt that read Crazy Mofos, and had complete jet black hair. He had a perfect jaw line and you could see some tattoos peeking out of t-shirt. When he removed his jacket, getting himself prepared, I instantly recognized the cartoon girl on his right arm.

Then he spoke.

“It’s nice to be back, I like this place a lot, especially because it’s been helping me heal from my broken heart,” he began. “The song I’ll be starting off with tonight, is called U.N.I. by Ed Sheeran…I’m singing it because, even though the girl didn’t choose me, I will always choose her and I will always care for her.”

My breath caught in my throat as I recognized that familiar British voice.

“Zayn,” I whispered, a tear slipping from eyes as he started to sing, his eyes haunted with renewing pain.

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