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3. For Jas

For Jas: Hope you like!

 

“You are the most inconsiderate, uncaring, heartless man on the face of this planet!” Jasmin yelled.

“I thought it was tomorrow!” Zayn yelled back.

“I’ve been dropping hints like for three weeks! I got your present a month ago! IT WAS ON THE FREAKING CALENDER FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR!” Jasmin folded her arms, and glowered at her boyfriend. “Plus, I know for a fact Harry, Niall, and Louis called and reminded you because they knew you’d forget about our anniversary. And they were right!” She turned and stalked into the kitchen. Zayn followed her.

“How is this any different then you forgetting my birthday?” He asked, scowling. Jasmin whirled around and shook her finger in his face.

“It is so much different! That was like, last year, and YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS!”

“Not true.” Zayn shook his head stubbornly.

Ugh!”  Jasmin threw her hands up and groaned.

“You know, this is just like when I forgot to pick up a gallon of milk the other day. You get all fired up over nothing.” Jasmin’s jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?” She gasped. “First of all, I texted you three times about the milk. And then I texted Liam to remind you because I knew you were going on a man date with him. And secondly, you think that us being together for two full years is nothing?!?

“That’s not what I said and you know it.” Zayn crossed his arms, and glared at her. “I’m just making a point that you tend to overreact sometimes.”

“I do not overreact!” Jasmin stomped her foot. “Maybe my mother was right about you.”

“Oh here we go again with the ‘Mommy’ card…” Zayn snapped.

“It’s true!” Jasmin yelled.

“Well, maybe you should go live with her!”

“Maybe I will!”

“Good! I don’t want you here anyway!” Jasmin stepped back like she had been slapped.

“You don’t mean that.” She whispered.

“Maybe I do.” Zayn stuck out his chin defiantly. Jasmin’s face hardened, then she stomped upstairs and threw open the closet. She pulled out all her clothes and stuffed them into her suitcase. She stalked down the stairs, whipped open the door, and slammed it shut. She clomped down the street, muttering under her breath, until she got to the end of the street. Then she threw her suitcase down, sat on the sidewalk, and started to cry. Her chest heaved, and she couldn’t get a breath. She hid her face in her hands and sobbed, her heart wrenching itself in two. She pulled her knees up to her chest, shaking from the cold and from the tears falling down her face. I’m never going back there…I don’t care where I go. He doesn’t want me anymore. She heard footsteps behind her, and suddenly a familiar embrace. Zayn. She tried to pull away.

“No!” she sniffed. “You don’t want me anymore. You said so yourself.”

“I was angry. I’m sorry, Jas…Really.” She felt him bury his face into her hair, and she felt his tears drip onto her shoulder. “Please come back.”

“But you said…”

“I know what I said. But Jas…I’m sorry. Please…forgive me?” She shrugged. “I’m really sorry I forgot about out anniversary. I thought it was tomorrow.” He pulled out his wallet, and opened it. In the front flap, there was a picture; A picture of Jas and Zayn, hugging, and smiling into the camera. She smiled slowly. “I think I forgot about what was most important in my life.” She met his gaze. “You, Jas. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He bent and kissed her.

“Come back?” He said against her lips.

“Yes.” She whispered back, smiling into the kiss.

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