CHAPTER 8 – SECOND CHANCES
Georgia's P.O.V
It had been a little over a month since I left Zayn, and I had finally settled down in Doncaster. I had a part time job at a cafè serving coffees, and had rented a tiny flat just inside the city. But nothing had changed, really. I still felt numb all over, and my chest was so raw it hurt sometimes to breath. My thoughts were filled with Zayn, and so were my dreams. I just couldn't shake him off – he followed me everywhere.
Today was one of my days off, and I intended to spend it trying to get some grip on my wild and exhausting thoughts. So I got in my car and drove away from Doncaster, not really having a destination. I drove for a couple of hours, and managed to not once think of Zayn at all. That is, until I drove past a very painful place. It was the park that Zayn took me to on our first date. I could see the pond, and the tree we set up our blanket under. Not really knowing what I was doing, I parked the car and got out, standing at the edge of the grass and looking out over the park. It had started to snow for the first time that winter, and I was only in my light coat and had no scarf or beanie, but somehow I didn't feel the cold anymore.
Like I was in a trance began to walk forward towards the tree. I reached it, running my hands around it's girth until I came back to the same spot, looking out over the pond. I could see him sitting there like it was only yesterday he wrote his number down on that bill at the Starbucks. I could hear him laughing, and feel him looking at me with those beautiful hazel eyes. Come here, you goose. I saw him beckon me over, as if I was still wrapped in that blanket on his picnic mat, shivering with cold.
"Ok" I whispered into the snow, walking over to the patch of grass he sat in and knelt there, just staring at my Zayn. Zayn.
Zayn's P.O.V
I had had enough. I had been moping around London for a bit more than a month, and it was time to get some closure. The gap in me hadn't filled at all, and it still hurt just looking at her favourite chocolate bars and glancing at the pillow she slept on at my house. I had driven the 2 hour drive to the park where I took her for our first date. On the way there I had started to snow, but I was there now and I wasn't going back until I had achieved something.
I began walking down to the pond, but stopped as I saw a shadowy figure moving in the snow. Peering down the hill, I saw a girl circling the tree that we had had our picnic. I saw her stand there and stare at nothing for a long, long time, then suddenly move and kneel down in the snow, not moving. I walked slowly over to her, not wanting to believe my eyes at all. I walked softly down the hill, stopping beside the tree, her back towards me. Her shoulders were shaking, and I could hear her softly crying. She had light brunette hair that was nearly straight until the bottom, where it curled up in cute little ringlets. My breath hitched in my throat.
It couldn't be.
But it was. It was her coat, her suede boots, her perfect hair, her slightly pointy shoulders and curved hips.
Georgia.
I started forward, coming round her until she faced me, kneeling down and taking her cold face in my hands. She cocked her head to the side, her eyes glazed and confused. Then suddenly they cleared and she stared at me, tears forming in her eyes. She raised a hand, tentatively touching my cheek as if checking I was really there. A sob escaped my lips, and I grabbed her and hugged her so close to my chest. I smelled her hair and brushed her back with my hand. She was in my arms again, and the hole in my chest healed instantly. She was right where she was meant to be – with me. I pulled her face up and kissed her hard, her little frame shaking with cold and tears. Picking her up, I ran back to the car and strapped her into the passenger seat, coming round to sit in the driver's seat. I turned to her, and found her watching me silently, her eyes like glass orbs so full of emotion. I gently leaned out to stroke her cheek, my hand leaving a pink streak across her freezing face. Grabbing her hand, I started to drive, not letting go of her for one moment. She watched me the whole drive back, never taking her eyes from me once.
"Where are we going?" she asked softly.
"Home" I said, squeezing her hand hard and not letting it go.
