SHE'S MINE → JASON MCCANN

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A/N: Justin & Zayn are both performing at the IHeartRadioAwards!!! And Justin got dreads.

chapter seventy-five |
Jason POV

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"You did it to her." Zayn says like it is the most obvious answer. I roll my eyes, while rubbing the arch of my nose. I feel like complete shit. Everything annoys me, especially advice from Zayn. It did come in handy though.

"Okay. Well I didn't fucking expect her to do it to me." I spit. I start running my fingers through my damp hair. He is sprawled out on the couch, flipping through some magazine.

"What if she means it? What if she doesn't want to see me again?" I ask, trying hard to hide my vulnerability. Zayn is the only person that I speak to Y/n about. Everyone else avoids bringing her up, knowing how distant I get.

"She doesn't mean it,"

I look up at him, curiously. How in the hell does he possibly know what she does & doesn't mean? She sounded like she meant it. The uneasy thing is, it didn't even sound like her. I couldn't even recognize her just by hearing her voice. I'm afraid that she has possibly changed. She probably

"She's saying that to protect herself. She's learn to build a wall up ever since you left her. You calling her is tearing down that wall down & causing her to feel the emotions & pain of you leaving her again. She doesn't want to feel that again." He says, while casually flicking the pages of one of magazines.

Maybe he's right. Or maybe she has genuinely moved on & she doesn't want to have anything to do with me. How do I abandon someone I deeply love & expect them to still be waiting for me?

"I texted her,"

"You what?" He asks. He looks up from the magazine, watching me attentively.

"I said I texted her,"

Zayn finally closes the magazine, throwing it on the end of the bed.

"What did you say?,"

I grab my phone that is on the side table. I toss it to him, while I use my towel to dry my wet hair.

"She responded back...? When was this?" He asks, while glancing up at me.

"Yesterday night,"

"What are you going to do when you're standing directly in front of her? Kidnap her again?" He says sarcastically. I roll my eyes, throwing a pillow at his face.

"Seriously though. What are you going to say?" He asks.

Good question. I have no idea what I would possibly say to her. I feel like she already hates me & there is nothing I could do to get her to forgive me.

"Here's a better question. Why now? After exactly eleven months, why do you want to see her?" He asks. This is a question I know how to answer. I'm sitting on the couch, thinking about all the possible ways I could go about answering this question.

"I never wanted to leave her. I never thought I would ever leave her—it was something that I never imagined doing. I-I just felt like I wasn't good for her. All the fucked up shit I've done to her & she still stood by my side, thinking that the stuff I did to her was expected because I'm me. I felt like I was changing her. I should've never put her in a situation where she could kill someone. The reason why I love her so much is because she's pure. She's not caught up in all the shit where caught up in. She's innocent & stubborn." I breathe. I feel myself getting heated just talking about how I truly changed her. Zayn just sat there, watching me.