Confessions (Secrets Sequel)

Chapter 10

If I Lose Myself- One Republic

"Take us down and we keep trying, forty-thousand feet keep flying."

What feels like hours, but are only a couple of minutes, pass by and I finally change into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. The difference between my dress and this outfit is so drastic, that I feel strange wearing any makeup at all still.

"Okay, I'm ready now. Did you put a movie in?" I shut my bedroom door, and walk out to him lying across the couch texting on his phone.

He glances up, and locks the screen immediately as his eyes land on mine. "Uhmmm, no, I uh," he clears his throat and I smile softly as I rest my hands on my hips. "I didn't know what you'd want to watch."

"We were together for six months, we spent practically every minute together, you should know my type of movie!" I laugh lightly, but cut it short as I notice his face fall into a stone cold expression.

"I know how long we were together."

Suddenly, my cheeks feel warmer and the room can't possibly feel any hotter than it does now. Him being upset makes me uncomfortable, and is honestly ruining my mood. But even back then, I knew how to cheer him up.

I climb on the couch next to him, and I watch as his eyes trail to me slowly until he looks directly into my eyes. I hold myself on my hands and knees, and invade his personal space by crawling so close and poking his cheek with one finger.

"Someone is grumpy." I poke his cheek again, earning a slight smile but it vanishes as quick as it came. "Don't be grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy." He goes to shove my face away with his hand the way he always used to, but this time I catch it and unknowingly lace his fingers with mine.

Immediately I release his hand, and sit back against the cushion further away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean.." My voice trails off, and he shakes his head in silence. "Zayn, I-"

"Hey, what movie do you want anyway? You never answered that question."

It was never a question, you idiot.

"Right." I purse my lips and slowly stand from the couch to slide the movie into the player.

Ever since the movie itself came out, I've been in love with Leap Year. Something about the woman actually asking the man to marry her in the end instead, called my attention and gave me unrealistic expectations about a fucking proposal from a man. Never mind the holiday, or old saying. I only focus on the happy ending it seems no girl could ever get.

"Leap Year?" He asks, scrunching his face up in disgust.

"Hey, you agreed to this. Don't complain." I scold him, and grab the remote on my way back to the couch. This time, I sit furthest away and sprawl my legs out to the side.

"You haven't changed at all have you?" He mumbles under his breath, but I catch it anyway.

"No, I can't say I have." While it was meant to be more of a straight answer, my voice unintentionally makes it sound rude and sarcastic. And earns me a weird glance from him.

"Would you like any wine? I know America has a different age limit for alcohol, but we've had plenty before so it doesn't make a difference to me." I offer kindly this time, and he props his feet up on the little table stretched out in front of us.

"Yes, plenty. Going to need it if I want to make it through this shit."

"Be nice!" I whine from across the room as I enter the kitchen and pull a bottle of fresh wine from the fridge.