Where is he going?
Sh*t.
I think I know.
I followed him downstairs.
What I saw shattered my already broken heart.
Courtney’s in the house.
And sitting very beautifully at that.
I drowned in insecurity and gripped the stairs’ panels.
It’s a good thing they didn’t see me.
I immediately ran again to my room.
And cried.
Is this what I get from living here?
Is there a way out of this?
Because if there is…
I’ll grab it without looking back.
Tears fell as if gravity was pulling all of them downwards to the center of the earth.
They must have left already.
‘Coz I heard an engine roar.
Sobs echoed in the room.
I’m getting out of here.
Coz’ I see it all now that he’s gone.
And there’s no way I’m going to get him back.
I grabbed all my things and slept.
It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow.
I am struggling to get a glimpse of something.
Or someone.
Someone so important to me.
Someone who I left long ago and now I’m trying to get him back.
Zayn Malik stood glorified in front of us.
“Zayn!” I cried.
Confusion was written all over his face.
He asked the crowd to let me up.
“Yes, miss?” he asked, as if he had no idea who I am.
“Zayn, it’s me.” My voice broke.
“I’m sorry. I must have forgotten who you are. What’s your name?”
“Kara Mia Waters.” I don’t know if I could take this feeling any longer.
“I’m sorry again. But I don’t remember you.”
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