Watching Her Move On
1191 Words
Zayn Carter had always believed that people were replaceable.
Not in a cruel way.
Just… realistically.
People came.
People left.
Life moved on.
That was how the world worked.
That was how he worked.
Or at least that’s what he used to believe.
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Because nothing about the last two weeks felt normal.
Nothing.
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His penthouse felt empty.
His bed felt too large.
His mornings felt wrong.
Even his coffee tasted different.
And it was driving him insane.
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The worst part?
Amara wasn’t calling.
Wasn’t texting.
Wasn’t chasing him.
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She was simply…
Gone.
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At first, Zayn expected her to reach out.
Maybe after a few days.
Maybe after a week.
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But she didn’t.
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And now?
His pride was starting to lose the fight against panic.
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“You’re staring at your phone again.”
Zayn looked up.
His best friend, Malik, sat across from him inside the restaurant.
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“What?”
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“You’ve checked that phone at least forty times.”
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“I haven’t.”
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“You definitely have.”
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Zayn frowned.
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Malik leaned back.
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“So.”
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“So what?”
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“The girl.”
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Zayn immediately reached for his drink.
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Malik laughed.
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“Oh, it’s serious serious.”
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“Shut up.”
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“No.”
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Zayn rubbed his forehead.
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Unfortunately…
Malik already knew.
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Not everything.
But enough.
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Enough to know Amara had walked away.
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Enough to know Zayn looked miserable.
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Which apparently everyone could see except Zayn himself.
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“You love her.”
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The words hit harder than expected.
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Zayn froze.
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Malik watched him carefully.
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“See?”
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“No.”
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“No?”
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“No.”
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Malik nearly laughed.
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“You look like someone kicked your puppy.”
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Zayn glared.
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“You miss her.”
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Silence.
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“You think about her constantly.”
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More silence.
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“You showed up at her apartment.”
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Zayn cursed.
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Malik grinned.
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“And somehow you’re still pretending this isn’t love.”
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For the first time…
Zayn didn’t have an answer.
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Because lately…
Everything felt different.
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The thought of Amara laughing with someone else bothered him.
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The thought of another man touching her made him irrationally angry.
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The thought of never seeing her again?
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That one terrified him.
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And maybe…
Just maybe…
That meant something.
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Unfortunately…
Life decided to make things worse.
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Three days later.
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Zayn was leaving a meeting when he saw her.
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Amara.
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His heart immediately stumbled.
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God.
She looked beautiful.
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A fitted cream-colored dress.
Soft curls framing her face.
That smile.
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That damn smile.
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The one he’d spent weeks trying not to miss.
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For a second he forgot how to breathe.
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Then he saw who she was smiling at.
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A man.
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Tall.
Handsome.
Well-dressed.
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Standing way too close.
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Zayn’s stomach dropped instantly.
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No.
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Absolutely not.
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The man said something.
Amara laughed.
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Laughed.
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And suddenly Zayn hated him.
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For existing.
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For breathing.
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For making her smile.
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For standing where Zayn wanted to be.
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The jealousy hit so hard it nearly embarrassed him.
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What the hell was wrong with him?
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He wasn’t her boyfriend.
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He had no claim on her.
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No right to feel this way.
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Yet there he stood.
Watching.
Fuming.
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The man touched Amara’s arm lightly.
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Big mistake.
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A very big mistake.
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Because before Zayn even realized what he was doing—
His feet were already moving.
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Straight toward them.
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“Amara.”
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Her smile disappeared immediately.
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The reaction stung.
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Because once upon a time…
Seeing him made her happy.
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Now?
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It looked complicated.
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Painful.
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Careful.
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The other man glanced between them.
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“You know him?”
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Amara nodded.
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“Yes.”
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Just yes.
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Not Zayn.
Not anything else.
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Just yes.
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The distance in that single word hurt more than it should.
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The man extended a hand.
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“I’m David.”
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Zayn shook it.
Firmly.
Probably too firmly.
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David’s eyebrow lifted slightly.
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Good.
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Let him be uncomfortable.
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Amara folded her arms.
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“What are you doing here?”
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Zayn almost laughed.
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Because that sounded suspiciously like:
Why are you ruining my afternoon?
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He ignored the feeling.
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“I had a meeting nearby.”
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Technically true.
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Very technically.
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David looked between them.
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Realization slowly dawned.
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“Oh.”
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Great.
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Now he was definitely putting things together.
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Amara noticed too.
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Which somehow made the situation worse.
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“I should go,” David said.
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Zayn wanted to say:
Excellent idea.
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Instead he remained silent.
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David smiled at Amara.
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“I’ll call you later.”
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Zayn nearly broke something.
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Call her later?
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Seriously?
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Amara smiled.
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“Okay.”
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Okay.
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Just okay.
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Yet somehow it felt personal.
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David walked away.
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Leaving them alone.
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The tension arrived immediately.
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Heavy.
Awkward.
Dangerous.
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Amara sighed.
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“What do you want, Zayn?”
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Not hello.
Not how are you.
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Straight to the point.
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Again.
It hurt.
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More than it should.
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His gaze lingered on her.
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“Who was that?”
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Amara blinked.
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Then laughed.
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Actually laughed.
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“Are you serious?”
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“Answer the question.”
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Her eyes narrowed.
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“No.”
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Zayn felt irritation rise instantly.
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“No?”
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“No.”
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She stepped closer.
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Not intimidated.
Not nervous.
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Just annoyed.
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“You don’t get to ask me questions like that.”
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The words landed hard.
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Because she was right.
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God.
She was right.
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Yet he couldn’t stop himself.
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“Are you seeing him?”
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The silence that followed was brutal.
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Amara stared at him.
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Then shook her head slowly.
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“I can’t believe you.”
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“What?”
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“You had every chance to choose me.”
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His chest tightened.
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“And now suddenly you’re interested in who I’m talking to?”
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Ouch.
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Direct hit.
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Because there was no defense against the truth.
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None.
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For several seconds neither spoke.
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Then Amara sighed.
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“I’m late.”
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She turned.
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Started walking away.
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And panic surged through him again.
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“Amara.”
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She stopped.
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But didn’t turn around.
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Zayn swallowed.
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For the first time in years…
The confident words wouldn’t come.
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Because this mattered.
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She mattered.
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And somehow…
That scared him more than losing her.
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