Compromise
One.
8 years later
I stared out of my window ,where the dreary weather of london took over the sky. Today was supposed to be a happy day, well at least thats what my father says but all I can think of is him. The way he looked at me for the last time before he left, the way he kissed with so much passion he did not have to tell me he loved me. I knew, even when he was on that plane flying off to his dream, that he loved me just as much as I loved him. I can still hear the sounds of his suitcase being rolled away from me, still remember the way I broke down in the car, Keira had to pull over and comfort me. But nothing could comfort the pain and the sick feeling that had stemmed from within my body.
My parents of course were ecstatic when he left, my mother was already on the hunt for someone who in her opinion was 'better, smarter and richer' than Harry. My father was happy that he finally had a daughter who wasn't spending all her time around a 'ruffian' as he put it. But what hurt me the most was that all of this happened out of all dates, my birthday. The one day spent rejoicing another year of my life, was now spent reminiscing the painful events of my past.
Flashback
"The flight is due in 10 minutes, I really should be going now" he said, looking guilty for leaving me.
I nodded keep my lips tightly sealed, lest i burst into a fit of sobs.
"Yeah, you're gonna be late if you don't leave now," I whispered so I was barely audible. I looked up at him into those green eyes I seemed to get captured in every single time, except now they were glazed over with tears.
"Come here," he practically begged opening his arms, as I allowed my being to be wrapped into his warmth.
"I love you so fucking much ok, you wont ever forget that right?" he said, etching the words into my brain, just incase I ever did.
"I love you more," I whispered into his chest, unable to say anything else because of my state
"And I love you most."
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other recalling all the good memories of our 6 years together.
I cant beleive its been 4 years, Harrys 16 and off to America to follow his dream, well thats what he tells me, but i know its mostly because my familys extreme disapproval had driven him away.
"Don't cry now," he breathed, wiping away my tears " I'm gonna gonna go to America become rich and famous and then whisk you away with me so we can be together"
Making me laugh at his unrealistic dream.
"Ok then," I said not wanting to ruin this moment, before he reached down and captured my lips in a kiss that meant everything before he left.
End of flashback
"Anna" I heard a distinct accent call my name. Zayn. You could say I'm dating Zayn because, it was the only boy ive ever known that captured my mothers approval, but he had helped me get over Harry a bit. Just a tiny bit, a fraction of a bit. The truth is I still imagine everyday that Harry would just come back and take me away with him to anywhere , anywhere but here. But the most painful and sick part of this whole thing, is the fact that I am forced to sit here and do absolutely nothing as I watch him progress as a musician. Im forced to watch as he parades around with a new girl draped over him, as rumours of his late one night stands suffocate me. I still remember the night he signed his first record label. The night my continuous calls were disregarded by the man I had loved not long ago.
Love. Not loved. my self conscious adds
It isn't until Zayn knocks on my door and peeps his head in, I realise I had totally ignored him.
"Hey, you ok?," he asked worriedly, see I could always trust Zayn because I knew he genuinely cared.
"Yeah, just thinking" I replied somberly.
"Well theres no need to think today, we have to start getting the word round about your birthday," he said walking over to sit next to me.
"I know its just..." Zayn has known about Harry and I since forever we have all known each other since primary school, i couldn't tell him i'm just thinking about the man I love and no its not you.
"Look if you wanna talk to me you know you can, i'm not gonna force it out of you," he smiled before bending down and pressing his lips to mine softly.
"I love you," he whispered into my ear
"Me too,"
I stared out of my window ,where the dreary weather of london took over the sky. Today was supposed to be a happy day, well at least thats what my father says but all I can think of is him. The way he looked at me for the last time before he left, the way he kissed with so much passion he did not have to tell me he loved me. I knew, even when he was on that plane flying off to his dream, that he loved me just as much as I loved him. I can still hear the sounds of his suitcase being rolled away from me, still remember the way I broke down in the car, Keira had to pull over and comfort me. But nothing could comfort the pain and the sick feeling that had stemmed from within my body.
My parents of course were ecstatic when he left, my mother was already on the hunt for someone who in her opinion was 'better, smarter and richer' than Harry. My father was happy that he finally had a daughter who wasn't spending all her time around a 'ruffian' as he put it. But what hurt me the most was that all of this happened out of all dates, my birthday. The one day spent rejoicing another year of my life, was now spent reminiscing the painful events of my past.
Flashback
"The flight is due in 10 minutes, I really should be going now" he said, looking guilty for leaving me.
I nodded keep my lips tightly sealed, lest i burst into a fit of sobs.
"Yeah, you're gonna be late if you don't leave now," I whispered so I was barely audible. I looked up at him into those green eyes I seemed to get captured in every single time, except now they were glazed over with tears.
"Come here," he practically begged opening his arms, as I allowed my being to be wrapped into his warmth.
"I love you so fucking much ok, you wont ever forget that right?" he said, etching the words into my brain, just incase I ever did.
"I love you more," I whispered into his chest, unable to say anything else because of my state
"And I love you most."
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other recalling all the good memories of our 6 years together.
I cant beleive its been 4 years, Harrys 16 and off to America to follow his dream, well thats what he tells me, but i know its mostly because my familys extreme disapproval had driven him away.
"Don't cry now," he breathed, wiping away my tears " I'm gonna gonna go to America become rich and famous and then whisk you away with me so we can be together"
Making me laugh at his unrealistic dream.
"Ok then," I said not wanting to ruin this moment, before he reached down and captured my lips in a kiss that meant everything before he left.
End of flashback
"Anna" I heard a distinct accent call my name. Zayn. You could say I'm dating Zayn because, it was the only boy ive ever known that captured my mothers approval, but he had helped me get over Harry a bit. Just a tiny bit, a fraction of a bit. The truth is I still imagine everyday that Harry would just come back and take me away with him to anywhere , anywhere but here. But the most painful and sick part of this whole thing, is the fact that I am forced to sit here and do absolutely nothing as I watch him progress as a musician. Im forced to watch as he parades around with a new girl draped over him, as rumours of his late one night stands suffocate me. I still remember the night he signed his first record label. The night my continuous calls were disregarded by the man I had loved not long ago.
Love. Not loved. my self conscious adds
It isn't until Zayn knocks on my door and peeps his head in, I realise I had totally ignored him.
"Hey, you ok?," he asked worriedly, see I could always trust Zayn because I knew he genuinely cared.
"Yeah, just thinking" I replied somberly.
"Well theres no need to think today, we have to start getting the word round about your birthday," he said walking over to sit next to me.
"I know its just..." Zayn has known about Harry and I since forever we have all known each other since primary school, i couldn't tell him i'm just thinking about the man I love and no its not you.
"Look if you wanna talk to me you know you can, i'm not gonna force it out of you," he smiled before bending down and pressing his lips to mine softly.
"I love you," he whispered into my ear
"Me too,"
Notes
Hey im sorry if its not good enough and its really short :( and i know we are going a bit slow but i just wanted you to understand whats happening and the baseline of the story :) trust me when it picks up it will be better. Thank you so much for clicking on my story and pleeeeeease vote, subscribe and comment i love to see what you guys think and if i need to improve thank you xx
Sooo good. Good job.
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