I really would love to explain the next two months, they were absolutely wonderful. Things really were becoming like that of a story, or a movie. Zayn was more than I could ever ask for, loving me and keeping me like he would break if anything became of me. I really can't describe the feeling of being wanted, but it's incredible.

Harry and Louis were great friends to me, and we still went out as groups. It was never awkward, and I knew that we were a good group of friends. It would take a lot to break us up, that's for sure.

Work just happened to be a little more bearable (and I made sure to thank Liam multiple times) and so did my pay. After laying off an employee that I wasn't too familiar with, we all got a tiny increase in our checks. It was a good feeling to go home and be able to have extra money to get ahead on bills.

Grandma and Grandpa hadn't exactly warmed up to Zayn, but they got on well, and seemed to click nicely. I thought everything was just peachy, but they made sure to tell me one day that they still weren't too sure about him. They tried to explain, and it didn't really make sense to me, but I suppose it was just because I saw Zayn perfect in every way possible.

In a nutshell, that's how life went on for me. It was great, I genuinely felt like it was unreal. That was, until around two months later.

It was a Friday evening, I had just gotten home from school and was getting ready for work that night. I heard a knock at the door, and went to answer. To my pleasant surprise, it was Zayn.

"Hi! I didn't expect you to come over." I giggled, giving him a kiss.

"Yeah... sorry I didn't let you know."

"Don't worry about it. I always love seeing you, you know that." I shut the door behind him, guiding him to the couch and motioning for him to sit beside me.

"What brings you by? Not to rush you or anything, but I have work soon."

"Oh, my bad. I just... ah, I need to tell you something."

"Sure."

"Em, I think we should break up."

The words were spoken so quickly, I didn't even catch it at first. Surely I heard him wrong?

"What?"

"We need to break up." he said, as if it were a sure decision.

"Sick of me already?" I joked.

"I'm serious, Em." This caught my attention, and I started to worry.

"Why? Everything was going so well." I tried to stay calm.

"You've changed. You're not the same Em I asked out some months ago."

"I haven't changed a bit! What are you-"

"You're rude. You're demanding, and you treat people like rubbish. You've been slacking in your studies... and we've been spending too much time together. Even if we were a couple, we're focusing on each other more than other important things. I just need a break... and I think it would be best for you to take one too."

"I'm only rude to the people who are rude to me, and you know darn well that schoolwork gets rough. And sorry for loving you." I snapped, hurt by his words.

"There you go, playing your sarcasm. And on me, nonetheless. I'm sorry, but it's not working for me anymore. I'm not feeling the same way I felt a while back. I hope you understand." he stood to leave, walking towards the door.

"So? This is really it? You're going to walk right out my door because I have some flaws?" I was stunned at how selfish he was acting.

"It's not your flaws that bother me, it's the fact that you're making new ones, by will. I don't want to end this badly, you still mean the world to me." he smiled.

I stayed silent, just ignoring him and waiting for him to leave. A sigh escaped his lips, and the door clicking shut signaled it was ok to let the tears slip down my cheeks.

~~

"And then he said I 'changed' and said I was rude and all this bullcrap. Where did that even come from? Yesterday, he kept telling me how much he loved me and everything. Why would he pull a stunt like that?" I vented to Lou, looking up at the clouds floating by.

"Well, I hate to admit that you have changed." he admitted.

"How? Can you explain in-depth? I don't understand." I asked. I wasn't mad or sad anymore, just confused. I missed Zayn, and wanted to know how to make it right.

"Every since you started going out with Zayn, you'd been acting different. You started snapping out of nowhere, and you kinda ran off with Zayn all the time. We never saw you guys anymore. One time I asked Zayn three Fridays in a row if he wanted to come over to watch films with me and Harry, but you two already had plans."

"Well don't couples do that?"

"I suppose, but not every sparing minute."

"Ok, what else?"

"You don't care anymore."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't put effort into your grades anymore."

"How do you know what my grades look like?"

"I don't, but we've worked on at least four projects since the two of you got together and I've done most all the work. You used ot be a straight A student, and when I ask how you did on the test the teacher will have just handed back, you say you 'barely made it' and show me your C. You've just stopped caring."

I didn't reply, but let him continue.

"And, not that this is a bad thing, but you're not your shy, quiet self anymore. You've opened up some, which is great, but you're obnoxious about some things. You'll get really loud and defensive of yourself. It gets kind of annoying."

"So, if I go back to my old self, being nicer and getting my grades up and hanging out with you guys more, do you think Zayn will take me back?"

"You really miss him, don't you?" he asked in sympathy.

"I do. A lot. I'm not used to having someone love me like he does."

"You guys were really great together, towards the beginning."

"You seemed happy that we finally got together." I laughed, remembering the way he used to push and push until we finally went out.

"Maybe you just got caught up in it all. You're not used to relationships, maybe you just didn't know how to handle yourself." some would be offended by this comment, but I knew it was probably true, and Louis was only trying to help.

"Would it be crazy to go ask for him back?" I wondered, still gazing up at the clouds.

"I don't think so. If you're genuine, it only makes sense to go after him."

"I know he won't take me back."

"You never know until you try."

"I do know. He said he wanted a break. He wanted to be friends with me and was sure about it."

"If you're willing to change for him, I don't see what there isn't to accept about you. Just give yourselves some time, and maybe train yourself to be how you used to be, if that makes sense. After a good 'break', maybe he'll just be missing you too. Sometimes it takes guys time to realize that they really miss what they let go."

"You think so?" I finally looked over to him, seeing he was also looking up at the clouds. He turned his gaze to meet mine.

"I know so."

~~

Somewhere inbetween 3 and 4 weeks later, I found myself walking up the walk to Zayn's front porch. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. I knew he was home, but I was so nervous. Praying I could find the right words, I smiled when he opened the door.

"Well hi there." he grinned, welcoming me in. I politely refused, knowing that this talk would determine whether or not I really wanted to be inside.

"Zayn... I miss you." I blurted out, not really ashamed of it because it was the truth.

"Oh..."

"Please, hear me out. I've changed. I've been working on my grades, and I apologized to Lou and Harry for being a jerk and taking you away from them. I'm doing my best to keep my rude comments to myself, I'm really trying. I know you're probably so fed up with me and my whining, but I'm breaking without you. You became a huge part of my life, and you left a gaping hole." I poured my heart out willingly.

"Em... I'm really sorry..." he looked understanding, but also pained by my little speech. He gave me a hug, but it didn't feel like it used to.

"I really do owe you an apology. I'm partially at fault for some of it. I introduced you to skipping class and encouraged you to speak your mind. I should've been more specific, I'm sorry for that." he looked down in guilt.

"Can we just start all over? We both messed up, and we've fixed the issues."

He smiled at this, but a deep sadness seeped through his features.

"I would love to, I really would. But I just can't bring myself to do that."

"Why? You've done nothing wrong-"

"I know, but I can think of at least three other people who would treat you right. Definitely better than I did. I want you to find someone who won't lead you down the wrong paths, and I really think that's all that I would do. I don't want to admit it, but that's how ti worked before, and I'm sure nothing has changed."

"But, I'm stronger now. I know what to look out for, and you apologized, everything is ok now, right?"

"Everything is ok now, yeah. But we just aren't made for each other. I do love you, Em. You're a very sweet and caring person. I know that whoever you choose will be incredibly lucky to have you." he smiled weakly.

"But I choose you!" I protested, not wanting to take "no" for an answer.

"I'm not an option anymore. Go out and find someone who loves you right. I'll see you around, Em." he closed, waving a bit before shutting the door. I was no doubt in pieces about his rejection, and I was absolutely lost at what he meant by "find someone who will love you right". If Zayn didn't love me, I was almost positive nobody else would.

But, I was often wrong.