I'm broken

Do you hear me?

I'm blinded because you are everything I see

I'm dancing, alone

Days passed without a single call, a single text, or barely a single word from her. Nights kept him thinking. While everyone else was in deep slumber dreaming, he was dreaming too but, with eyes wide open. He almost always ended up staring at his bedroom ceiling.

I'm praying that your heart will just turn around

Time and time again, he pushed himself to climb into his car and race to her house. There were afternoons when he actually did drive up to her street but, he never mustered enough courage to walk up to the porch and ring the doorbell.

And as I walk up to your door

My eyes turn to face the floor

Cause I can't look you in the eyes and say

After the dance, she seemed distant; she was so far off. In school, every time she was with Louis and she knew he was present, she crept a little closer to him. Whenever there was a chance, it was as if she wanted to rub it in his face that it was all too impossible for the two of them. She wanted him to see. He nearly convinced himself that she wanted him to hurt. He was merely rationalizing; it was better than the pain.

She was only doing what she was supposed to do as someone with a commitment.

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won't feel right

I can love you more than this

He avoided the two of them because of that, admitting he was at fault for keeping the gap they were starting to forge even further apart. Anger felt less self-destructive than sadness.

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It's doesn't feel right

I can love you more than this

So, it happened. He started to avoid her just as she avoided him. Every single day, the voice mails he left grew shorter and for the past few days, he didn't even try anymore. Reason was slowly and painfully fading.

If I'm louder, would you see me?

Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?

'Cause we are the same, you save me

When you leave it's gone again

He was at the brink of accepting it; moving on, even. He would let her go, if that was what she wanted.

He wanted to forget the last time he saw her. He wished to take apart the memory of having to see her in Louis' arms. He only wanted to remember the time when it was him in his place.

And then I see you on the street in his arms

I get weak

My body fails; I'm on my knees praying

That was more than a couple of days ago. After that, was the time he began deflecting from the hallways she passed and the roads she took.

Right now, Zayn took refuge in his room, thinking of the things to say and how he would say it in front of her. It was nearly sun down and ever since he woke up this morning, he decided that this would be the day to talk; it was time to get things over with. If this was the end, they needed finality.

Zayn paced back and forth quite a few times. He willed himself to sit down but, stood up again. This routine of his went on for a while until he finally convinced himself to walk out of the room and leave the house.

Quite loudly, he opened the door and came to a halt at the threshold.

She stood on the porch, rigid and still. Similar thoughts must've been running through her head, too. She had her back to him at first but, hearing the door, she turned.

Her expression was unreadable and yet, he still swore that there was a glint of a spark when she turned to him.

"You're here" were the first words that came out of her mouth.

"I live here. Of course I would be"

Sarcasm; his words looked as if they stung her more than he expected it to. He sounded bitter.

"Right" she answered.

An awkward silence passed, with both waiting for what the other has to say.

"I'm sorry" she said, looking down. "And not just for that, for everything"

He could tell she was nervous; she couldn't keep her fingers steady.

He couldn't stand it when she was being like this. By impulse, he reached out and held them steady. He was surprised at what he did and she was surprised, too. It worked, though. He felt her hands relaxed trapped inside his.

"I'm really sorry" she said again, she brought her face up to look at him. "I know I have a lot of making up to do"

Maybe if it was that easy.

He sighed and loosened his grasp on her hands but, kept contact. "I'm not so sure that'll work out for both of us," he answered. "Does he know you're here?"

She bit her lip; she pursed them and unpursed them again. She hesitated before answering, "Louis broke up with me"

At uttering these words, she drew her hands away and leaned on the post. He followed suit and stayed beside her.

"Why?"

She looked up at the cloudy sky overhead. Doing so, she tried to stop the tears from her already tearing eyes. "It was the funniest thing," she said. "Silly, really"

Her voice broke at really. He felt something tug at him from inside his chest.

She was silent for a second; they both were. It was a different silence from the first time. He waited for her to speak again.

"Louie told me that I did love him," she said, regaining control of her voice. "But that I loved someone more"

Her fingers began to unsteady again; she was shaking.

He waited for what she was going to say next. He could tell that she struggled with her words. She, on the other hand, hoped he didn't see just how much she was breaking.

"Louie thinks I'm in love with you" she said in a hushed tone that shook with every word.

She brushed something off her cheek with her hand and spoke again. "You know what's even funnier?"

She chuckled through tears.

He braced himself.

"I think I believe him"

Zayn didn't even hesitate before he surrounded her with his arms.

That's when she really broke. He could feel her tears stain his shirt but, he didn't care. All the madness from the past few weeks disappeared before him and all that was left was clarity. He could see that both of them needed a little breaking to be able to come to this.

I've never had the words to say but now, I'm asking you to stay for a little while inside my arms

And as you close your eyes tonight, I pray that you will see the light that's shining from the stars above

He carefully pulled away; she seemed so fragile and all he wanted to do was to keep her safe. He cupped her face slowly to face his and she let him do so. He leaned in and everything else disintegrated into tiny amazing little pieces.

He had been waiting to kiss her like this; breathless and special. He always anticipated when he could hold her and for her to want to be in his arms just as much.

It didn't matter that he had some things to say; she left him speechless most of the time, anyway. For now, they would revel on this moment. From now on, it would never be the same.

I can love you more than this