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He admits he cheated on you part 2

Zayn: "It's not as bad as it looks in that video," he tries to insist, his eyes desperate as he takes slow, uncertain steps towards you, "We never - I didn't sleep with her. We kissed, and that's it, I swear that's it!". You scoff loudly, throwing your arms up in the air in mock exasperation, "Oh! It was just kissing, no big deal - because that's exactly what you take girls back to your hotel room to do isn't it?" you glare at him. He brings his hands up to his face, then rakes his fingers through his hair, "I didn't - I never expected that to be filmed, I never thought -". "What?" you interrupt, staring at him aghast, "You're blaming the fact it got filmed instead of the fact you cheated in the first place? You are actually kidding me?". Zayn carries on with his excuses, but you're no longer listening, too caught up with all the thoughts flying around your head, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to figure out what to do. You come to a decision - self-preservation - and take a deep breath before speaking over him, "I don't care, it doesn't matter anymore,". Zayn looks surprised as he chokes back, "What?". "You can go shag whoever you want from now on, I don't care. This is over," you explain matter of factly, moving to towards the door to leave, but this time Zayn runs in front of you, blocking your way. "But I love you, i'm sorry. It was a massive mistake, i'll never again ever..." he mumbles, and you notice his hands shaking slightly as he does so, and you repress the sympathy that shoots through your veins. You shake your head, "None of that matters now Zayn, I can't be in a relationship with you anymore,". He hastily grabs your hand, holding it tightly, and his voice shakes, "But I can make it up to you - won't you ever forgive me?". You shrug, looking into his scared eyes with concern, "Maybe in time I could forgive you for this," he lets out a breath of relief, but you ignore it and carry on, "But what about all the other times those rumours looked like they could be true? You said it yourself you never expected to be caught," you shake your head, "Maybe i've just been the gullible one all along, and i'm not putting myself through that anymore,".

Liam: The following day, around dinner time you receive a text off Liam, 'Can I come home yet? L xx'. You sat at the breakfast bar, staring down at the text for a long while, and then out the window at the cloudy sky, thoughts whirring through your mind. Last night after he'd left, you'd cried a lot, got all that emotion out of you. But even after all that, even though the hurt you were feeling, you still found yourself lying in bed cuddling one of Liam's pyjama tops, the smell of him comforting you enough to finally fall asleep. You sigh as you look back down at the phone in your hands before typing out a reply, 'Not today please, sorry. x'. You weren't surprised when he replied quickly, 'Take as long as you need. I'm sorry - I love you. L xx'. You throw your head back at that and groan, because you just didn't know what to do. You loved him too, but you were in pain, as well as complete disbelief that he'd actually kissed someone else. But then, you think as you curl up onto the settee, he'd been so upset when he'd told you, like he truly regretted it, and it just wasn't Liam to do something like that - you remember how annoyed he got at one of his school friends when he confessed he'd cheated on his girlfriend. You pull your phone out again, having made a decision, and send Liam another text, 'Actually, you can come back today x'. For the next half hour your attention flickers between the TV and your mobile resting beside you - he'd never text you back, and that was strange given the circumstances - but instead you leap to your feet in shock at the sound of a knock on the door. You walk over to answer it slowly, feeling your heartbeat getting faster the closer you approached. You open the door awkwardly, finding Liam smiling awkwardly at you. "You have a key..." you trail off, raising an eyebrow at him. He shrugs, "I wanted to give you the chance to turn me away,". You nod, taking a step back so there's room for him to step into the apartment, the two of yours home. You stay leant against the door as you close it, and Liam looks up at you, eyes filled with concern and worry, "How are you?". "I," you start, but then shake your head, "Just never ever do that again ok? I won't be able to forgive you a second time,". He takes long strides towards you, holding your face delicately in his hands and he shakes his head, "Never, ever again,".