Over Again

I ran deep into the woods, where our place was. Me and Zayn's old childhood hangout. We would come here and just do whatever. It didn't matter, no one was there to judge us.

I leant on the tree that we once carved our names into, to make this little place of ours our own.

Zee + Gracie's Place, it said. It was cute, when we had done it.

It was a clearing, it had a small pond, and little fish and frogs would come up in the spring and summer time. The grass was always green, well, when it was supposed to be. I wrapped my arms around my knees, hugging them dearly to me.

I rocked slightly, thinking about that last day I had seen Zayn, how he looked, what he sounded like, and then thinking about what he was now. He had changed, no doubt about that. And if he changed for the better, I wouldn't say yes.

He was sixteen when he left. Now he's twenty. Three years. Three...years. He was gone at parties and performing and all that famous people junk, while I was in Bradford, kicking people's faces in and training for money to get by. He had loads of it, just wasting away. He could burn it if he wanted, and he'd still have enough to get by. To live.

I picked up a stone, and a pretty big one at that, standing up. I walked across the grass and looked down at my reflection in the pond. Shaking my head, I threw the rock into the pond, right where my head was.

If only.

I fell flat onto the ground, staring up at the sky. I laughed, closing my eyes. If Zayn really cared, he'd know where I'd gone to.

"But I do know where you went," I heard from above my head. I opened my eyes, seeing him. I groaned, pushing him away from me and sitting up.

"Just leave me alone," I whispered. "Haven't you caused enough?" Zayn attempted to hold my hand, but by reaction, I slap it across his face. "Sorry," I say in a monotonous voice.
"Force of habit."

"You still come here, huh," he says, laying on his back, his hands folded behind his head. "It hasn't changed a bit."

"Yeah, at least one thing didn't change," I mumbled. He sighed.

"Gee-"

"It's Gracie," I said, a little smile playing across my face. I felt him smile, but I still looked at the sky.

"You still love the sky," he states. I nod, suddenly getting the repulsed feeling.

"Zayn, I don't wanna be this close to you," I say, getting up. He sits up, knitting his eyebrows together. "I'm not the girl you left behind three years ago, and you're not the boy that left."

Notes

Shout out to my ONE subscriber! Luv ya!