#wavesandwords

I think I'll pass

okay so at first i didn't see that this was you and i thought it was just some random follower and i was like WOW WHAT A DICK UGH

oh gosh wait wait are you okay?

linnthehuman replied to your post: JUST GOT DUMPED WOO

Oh shit uh. Happy thanksgiving? >.>

wavesandwords replied to your post: JUST GOT DUMPED WOO

NOTP!? TIME TO GO SHOPPING

actually i'm feeling good? mostly confused and angry and yeah

baffled

but

BEC… wait, i just read that. waaah

i should probably have a not safe for family tag or some shit

They say that it gets easier, this whole being alone thing, but even as seconds ticked away on analog clocks and the same sun set and rose with each passing movement, ‘it’ never really got any easier. If anything, ‘it’ became more painful. The thoughts of her, sharp and vivid, impeded his heart at ridiculous speeds and it was as if every souvenir of the relationship, or the caring, or the growth together was another blade imposing his flesh. He couldn’t forget her. More fearfully, he didn’t even mind.

The rumors were beginning to get out. In hushed tones, people wondered why they were never seen together anymore. They asked what had changed, what he’d done and what she’d done. He’d seen some of the things people were saying about her and they acted like shards beneath his feet. They’d always known not everyone would be supportive of their coming together but he’d still sort of... expected it somehow. It was still a surprise to see these people, who claimed to support him, trying to tear down what he’d held so high.

The rumors had sparked a sense of worry amongst family and friends and they too had begun to bombard with questions. It was getting harder and harder to avoid the concerns of his sisters and friends. It was even harder to avoid the pesterous calling of his mother.

Zayn’s mother, Tricia, had been telephoning nonstop since people began to wonder if the iconic couple ‘Zauttie’ had really come to an end. She had been in love with the girl, nearly as much as Zayn had been and it was no shock to him that it would be her biggest concern what could have possibly torn her two favourite lovebirds apart. He hadn’t told her yet, he had no plans to.

The dull chime of Harry’s landline rang through the chic flat Zayn had been living in. While it’d taken a while to grow accustom to his bandmate’s customs, it was either this or the streets. Zayn sighed.

“Hello mum.” His voice was groggy and uninterested, he knew this alone would be enough for her to connect the dots but in his current defeated state, he really couldn’t care less. 

“It’s true then, dear, isn’t it?” She exhaled slowly and Zayn could imagine her sitting down slowly after the heated pace she always did upon starting a phone call. “I can’t say I saw this coming, are you alright?” 

He shrugged, then realized she couldn’t see the lazy slump of his shoulders, “Just tired, s’all.” 

“I’ve been calling everywhere, love. The lads have been so worried about you. I belled your place several times and... this is Harry’s number, why are you answering Harry’s number?” 

“I’ve been staying with him for the past couple weeks.” 

Tricia exhaled slowly, “Why aren’t you at home? I’ve been been listening to the dial tone every time I try to reach you,  and please don’t tell me it’s because you’re scared because I know you Zayn and--” 

“She’s there.” he whispered, cringing at the break in his weak voice. He could hear the deep breaths of his mother as she tried to find words to console her broken son. Zayn found himself running through his schedule for the next week, wondering if he could afford a quick trip to Bradford. If he couldn’t be with her, then he didn’t really want to be anywhere but home. “She left, mum. She’s done with me.”