forty-three: take my love and run

Zayn wakes up alone the next morning, the side of the bed where Louis had once been was now cold. Zayn silently wondered if maybe he'd just imagined it, maybe Louis hadn't come back after their fight yesterday... Maybe Zayn had gotten so wasted he just imagined it all.

He wouldn't put it past himself. He's done it before.

Zayn slowly climbs out of his bed, running a hand through his hair as he looks around the room for any sign of Louis coming back. When he didn't find one, Zayn felt his heart drop. He really thought Louis had come back... that Louis actually wanted to try with him...

Maybe Zayn really had imagined it all.

With a heavy sigh, Zayn walks down to the kitchen. He makes himself a cup of coffee before leaning against the counter. He was taking a sip when a piece of paper caught his eye. With a curious look, Zayn picked it up and unfolded it.

Only to drop it on the ground within a matter of seconds.

Zayn didn't even bother to finish his coffee before placing the cup back down on the kitchen counter. He practically bolted towards his bedroom, grabbing the first articles of clothing that he touched. He didn't even bother to wear shoes, running out of his room and out the front door in a crazed fashion. He was quick to climb into his car, turning it on and throwing it into reverse as he pulls out of the drive way. His foot was practically on the floor the entire drive as he swerved between cars in a desperate rush to reach Louis' place.

Once he got there, it was like no one had been living there for weeks. The yard was out of control, the flowers wilting... All the cars were gone and Zayn could feel his heart racing. He walked up to the front door before placing his hand on the doorknob. He was surprised to find it wasn't locked. When he walked into the house, it was even worse than the outside. Everything was covered in dust and dirt, white sheets covered the furniture and cobwebs hung from the door frames. Zayn was finding it hard to breathe now, completely confused a to what the hell was going on right now...

He had just been here yesterday.

There was no possible way the house could look like this.

"Louis? Harry?" Zayn calls out, his voice echoing through the house. Zayn takes a few tentative steps into the house before going towards the stairs. He wasn't sure what he was going to find up there, but he needed to know that he wasn't going crazy. In the first room on his right, there was absolutely nothing in there. Zayn's chest tightens as he walks to the next room, there was hardly anything inside that room either and Zayn felt like falling to his knees when he saw the discarded teddy bear on the floor. Just hours ago he'd been in this room putting Ethan down for a nap, he'd given him that teddy bear.

Zayn picks up the small bear, holding it gently in his hands as he bites his bottom lip. It wasn't possible for them to be gone, not as long as they had been. Zayn walks out of the room before going back down to the kitchen. There was something on the counter, much like at his own place. With a shaking hand, Zayn picks it up. The paper was crinkled, water splotches had smeared the ink that had been used. Zayn took in a deep breath before finally reading what the note said.

Dear Zayn,

If you're reading this then that means I'm already gone. I want to begin with the fact that I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I broke your heart two years ago and I'm sorry that I'm about to do it again. I know this is unfair of me, I know that you're probably going to hate me for this too... but I can't stay. It's not because of you, it's because of myself this time. You said something about how I can't let go of the past and for once I would like to admit that you're right. I can't let go of what happened between the two of us, and that's why I'm leaving. I need to do this for myself and for my sons... not because of you but because of me. We were never going to work and I like to think that you knew that from the very beginning as much as I did. I know it's unfair for me to take Nathan and Ethan away from you a second time... but this is for the best. All of this is for the best and I can only hope that someday you'll realize that and be able to forgive me. It was always going to be no strings attached between you and me... and I realize that now. I never meant for things to get as out of hand as they did, I honestly thought I could let you back into my life and that it would all be okay. I realize now that it was a stupid for me to let you back in, but not because of you. None of this was because of you... You'll always be my favorite mistake, Zayn.

I'm sorry,

Louis

"Zayn?" A voice makes Zayn jump before the young man turns around. Harry stands in the kitchen doorway, a sad look on his face as he sees Zayn standing in there like he did nearly every day. It had been three weeks since Louis left without a word, taking the twins with him and leaving Harry behind.

"Where is he?" Zayn whispers, looking at Harry in desperation. Harry takes in a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair before looking at Zayn again. Zayn's eyes were red and bloodshot, probably due to the lack of sleep, his hair was wild and untamed, he looked like a complete wreck. Which made it so much harder for Harry to tell Zayn the truth.

"I don't know."

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ha. bitch you thought louis was staying.

smh at louis dough.

smh.

anyways, this is the last chapter for Style...

the sequel will be up probably tonight or tomorrow. It just depends on what time I get off work tonight haha.

so the dedication goes to KingCommenter

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