Over Again

*Three Years Later*

I sighed as I walked past his house. Zayn hasn't been home for years. I haven't seen him for years, anyway.

My mother had asked me to go to the store and buy some food for her, so I guess I just had to go the long way, which was by going past Zayn's family's house. I haven't seen them in a few years, either. Sometimes I go this way, just because.

When I get to the store, I hurry to get a carriage before someone steals it. My feet hurt from all the walking I've done; my shoes suck. It feels like I don't have any shoes on at all.

I push the carriage through the doors and go over to the fruit section.

"Let's see," I mumble. "I'll take oranges, strawberries, and bananas." I grab the fruit and toss it into the cart. Then I grab milk and orange juice.

Out if the corner of my eye I see someone turn the corner. He looked a lot like Zayn, but maybe I'm just imagining it. He's with his little boy band.

I finish my grocery shopping, which only consisted of the things I previously mentioned (and maybe some chocolate), and then went to get wrung up.

I handed the cashier the money while she bagged the items. Then she hands them to me.

"Thank you," I said. She smiled and nodded, then went to help another person. I walked out of the store, and down the street, balancing four bags on two arms.

I stumbled past Zayn's house, seeing a car I've never seen before parked in the driveway. Suddenly, the bag that held the milk and orange juice broke, and they fell to the ground.

"Great," I groaned. I put down the other bags and bent down onto my knees to grab the drinks.

"Do you need some help," I heard from behind me.

"No-no it's okay," I say and grab everything. I stand up and turn to face the person talking to me.

"Oh, you're home."

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