Over Again

"Gracie..." Zayn looks down. My heart breaks, shattered, destroyed.

"Say something," I plead. "Please, Zayn."

"I'm leaving soon," he says.

"Oh," I say, disappointed in what he actually said. "I hope you have fun." He looks up at me, confused. "Really."

"I'm going to America, for another year. You're sure you're okay?"

"Well, what do you want me to say, Zayn," I asked, looking at him hardly. "I just said that I loved you!" He looks down again.

"But you've obviously got some feelings for Niall," Zayn said. "It looked like you were.... Together."

"Well," I looked down, "I kind of do like Niall." I looked up again. "But not the way I like you." I pull him down by his shirt, and give him a kiss. He doesn't kiss back though.

He turns his head to the side, looking at the snow when I let go, feeling embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "But I can't."

I get up. "No Zayn, I'm sorry. I'll just go" I walk away, around the house, and out of Zayn's life.

He may be leaving, but I'll leave him first.

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