i don't need your love , [bailey]

[zachariah kale quenton]

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF, MAKE OUT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND THAT WE WERE NOTHING -

zach regretted what he had spent his day doing, but at the same time he was sort of glad he had done it. he had spent his day going around asking people who bailey was seeing, and everyone that he had asked had the same response. "what new boyfriend?" he had even gone as far as to ask the hufflepuff girls that bailey was normally seen with, and even they said she didn't have anyone new. he didn't know whether to be hurt or happy in this situation. she had lied to him, told him that she was off the market, and made him just want her back even more. this felt like closure, but a reopening of a wound at the same time. she had lied to him. zach's face was molded into a glare as he trumped down the halls and into the hufflepuff common room, where one of the girls in the library said they had seen her last. he angrily entered forcing his way over to where bailey was sitting, and pushed all of her stuff out from in front of her and onto the floor in a heap.

"what the fuck, bailey?!" he didn't care that he was causing a scene. the irish boy was furious. he should have been spending his time getting over bailey, but when he mentioned to a friend that he should be because of the new boy, and his friend said that bailey didn't have a boyfriend, zach spent his time digging around instead. zach was fuming. he was sure if he was a comic, there would be literal flames shooting out of his ears and nose. but this wasn't a comic. it was real life, and bailey really had screwed with his emotions. he wasn't going to let her push him around anymore. he was done with dealing with it. he wasn't hers to let screw with his emotions, and it was time to prove that. "where the bloody hell do you get off lying to me? just because we're not together doesn't give you any right to lie straight to my face like that!" he wanted to scream, call her a bitch, be over her. but the truth of the matter was no matter how mad he was, zach still loved the girl. instead, he stuck with talking in a practical growl, glaring furiously. if there was one thing zach hated in the world it was being lied to. bailey knew that.

- I DON'T EVEN NEED YOUR LOVE 'CAUSE YOU TREAT ME LIKE A STRANGER AND THAT FEELS SO ROUGH

[bailey eliza ambrose]

since she'd left zachariah in the room of requirement, bailey had been a complete wreck. she hadn't expected such a white lie to affect her so much, yet she couldn't stop thinking about the way zach had looked at her after she'd said it. at the time, bailey had been convinced that it would make everything easier, and that in a few weeks, they'd both be over one another and moving on with whatever it was they had to do. now, though, she realized it hadn't done a fucking thing. she was just as miserable, and with the scene constantly replaying in her mind, she was sure zach despised her. or he would, if he ever found out she'd lied to him. bailey knew it was one of the things he hated most, but she'd done it in his best interest, even though it all seemed worthless now. she didn't even have the energy to make someone up to make it seem like the truth. if anything, the whole thing had set her back another five paces, because she still missed zach like crazy and cried whenever she passed by the picture he'd given her that night in the room of requirement.

curled up in one of the dozens of chairs that littered the hufflepuff common room, bailey had her nose in her charms textbook. she'd spent most of the morning in bed, skipping her classes so she wouldn't have to face zach if they bumped into each other. at this point, though, she hardly had the concentration to read the chapters she'd missed. with a sigh, she looked across the table at a friend, hoping they would offer her some sort of distraction. what she got instead, however, was a look of horror. confused, bailey was about to ask what was wrong, but was interrupted."what the fuck?" she shouted, scooting her chair back to avoid the flying text books and quills. 'what the fuck, bailey?!' turning, the girl pushed herself up out of her seat and stared at the boy standing in front of her, stunned. 'where the bloody hell do you get off lying to me? just because we're not together doesn't give you any right to lie straight to my face like that!' hands curling into fists, bailey stepped forward and glared at him through slitted eyes. "don't talk to me like that!" she spat, shoving him firmly with both hands. "just get over it, okay? i lied, whatever. big fucking whoop. people lie all the time!"

[zachariah kale quenton]

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF, MAKE OUT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND THAT WE WERE NOTHING -

zach shouldn't have cared that bailey had lied to him, and he knew that. however, he still cared too much to just put it past him. he had thought that they could have been more mature than to have bailey have to stoop to that level, but he supposed he was wrong. when bailey had left the room of requirements that day, more than a few tears had shed. zach had taken the box of pictures of the two of them and thrown it at the wall, kicked the pictures all around, and punched the wall. there was a gauze wrapping around his knuckles now to keep out infection, since it hadn't quite scabbed over yet. the nurse said he was lucky that it hadn't broken, since it had been a brick wall. instead, he just got knuckles cut open almost to the bone. everyone thought he had gotten into a fight with someone, but instead he just got into a fight with himself. he had never had a temper before that night, really. he was the one to stay calm while bailey had her moods, but she pushed him over the edge. he didn't feel like he was himself anymore. he wasn't quite a shell yet, but he felt as if he had held it in and just gone to punch another wall, he would have made his way there. he promised his mother he would be the best him that he could through all of this, and this side of him was definitely his worst. the irish boy had never lost his cool, yet bailey could control his emotions enough to make him.

"i'll talk to you however i bloody well please to." the fire in his tone was holding strong. after having held his cool for the last sixteen years, zach felt as if he could keep the anger bubbling forever. "you had no right! i have never lied to you, so where do you get off thinking you have the right to act like a child and start lying just because we broke up?! you ended it, bailey! not me! i should be the bitter one about all of this, not you. but no, it's all about you!" zach was practically in her face now, all of his built up hurt turned into fury. everyone in the common room was watching in awe, probably scared to see him so furious. "i tried to act civil, i tried to get over you because i knew that longing after you was going to get me nowhere. i waited for months, bailey! did i get a single word? an apology? no, of course not! i don't care if people lie all the time! i thought that you were better than that, but i guess i was wrong. now i'm starting to wonder if i ever knew you at all. i trusted you with my life, but did you lie about me being able to do that, too?!" zach turned and pushed the table a couple of feet away from them, glad that her friend had backed away from the situation. his anger settled a little, and his next words were spoken a little more gently. "i wish i could say i hate you, bailey. but we both know it would be a lie." he wasn't even looking at her anymore. he was looking at the ground, at the books he had sprawled everywhere.

- I DON'T EVEN NEED YOUR LOVE 'CAUSE YOU TREAT ME LIKE A STRANGER AND THAT FEELS SO ROUGH

[bailey eliza ambrose]

in the two years they'd dated, bailey had never seen zachariah so angry. it was like everything that had ever bothered him had been festering inside him, waiting until this very moment to explode in her face. she knew she deserved every little bit of it, but she wasn't about to back down and admit to her faults. seeing him this angry only made her more furious at herself, and the result wasn't exactly lady-like. in all fairness, though, bailey ambrose had never really been 'lady-like'. while other girls were concerned about their bodies, bailey was perfectly comfortable in her own skin. she'd choose a burger over a salad any day, and wasn't polite enough to hold in a burp when she was around her friends. this was definitely another one of her tom-boy moments.

stepping forward, bailey reached for zachariah's loosely done tie, pulling down on it as hard as she could to bring him to her level. "we broke up, zach. i can do whatever the fuck i want to do." her tone was even, but had a venomous undertone. "i'm not acting like a child. you're acting like the child, zach. who do you think you are, marching in here and disrupting the whole damn room? get the fuck over yourself, and get over me." letting go of his tie, she stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest. "i did end it, so what? maybe things got boring. things end, zach, even relationships. i lied so you would leave me alone, but apparently you can't even do that." with a sigh, she bent down and started to collect her things, hands shaking. the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins was like wildfire, and she felt like she could do just about anything if she tried. head snapping up, she stared at him, face void of emotion. "i could never hate you, zach. i just don't love you anymore."

[zachariah kale quenton]

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF, MAKE OUT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND THAT WE WERE NOTHING -

sixteen years of anger all exploding at once was a bad thing. zach had always been told not to hold his anger in, to let it out as often as possible. the thing was, though, is very little things bothered him enough to consider himself angry. and when he did, it passed almost instantly. but ever since he and bailey had broken up it was as if his heart had been ripped in half and stuffed with some sort of potion that made everything seem so much worse than it really was. many guys had told him he would get over it, it was just post breakup stress, but he didn't. seeing her face every day made everything so much harder, because she was always there. she was always within view looking just as amazing as always. sexual tension had never really been a problem for the two of them until now, and zach wanted to blame all of his anger on that, but he knew it wasn't just that. he missed her emotionally more than physically. having her in his arms, and just sitting around talking or playing video games or something of the sort. it didn't matter what they did when they were together for the two years that they were, because everything turned into some wild adventure, even if it wasn't wild at all.

zach didn't even dignify bailey with a response. he stood there, fuming, and didn't say a word. there was nothing more he could say, because when it came down to it everything he wanted to say would have consisted of loving words and i'm sorry's. he stared at her as she said she had done it so he would leave her alone, shaking his head lightly. his face was blank of any emotion, even the anger had fallen back quite a few notches to hide behind his blank face. he was past emotions, and into numb. however, when bailey finished talking, he took the few steps it took to stand inches from her. he placed his hands on her cheeks and brought his lips to hers powerfully, holding them there for a few brief moments before pulling back and dropping his arms. "you lied again, bails." he was referring to her saying she didn't love him anymore. he had heard about how she acted when he wasn't around, and he wasn't about to let her think she had control over him anymore. "have a nice life. call me when you realize how badly you fucked up." zach pushed the table back to where it was supposed to be and walked out of the common room, heading towards the room of requirements. he barely made it down the hall before his knees gave out and he fell to the floor against a wall, tears streaming down his face. you lost her, zach.. she's gone for good.

- I DON'T EVEN NEED YOUR LOVE 'CAUSE YOU TREAT ME LIKE A STRANGER AND THAT FEELS SO ROUGH

[bailey eliza ambrose]

normally, bailey was the one with the temper. when things got rough, she lashed out and locked herself in her dorm, smoke pouring out of her ears like a train. the only thing that had ever been able to make her smile when she was pissed beyond belief was zachariah, but she didn't have him anymore. he wasn't there to help her sort through her anger and figure out why she was mad. oh no, he was there to dish out his own, and it was baffling. she wasn't sure how to react, or how to hold herself. her mind was reeling, trying to understand what had possessed him to do what he was doing. if she wasn't busy trying to blame everyone else for their problems, however, she would have realized that his response was all her doing. that if she hadn't opened her big mouth and dumped him, that they might have still been happy and laughing together curled up in bed. unfortunately, before the realization had the chance to spring to her head, zach's hands were on her face and his lips were crushing hers with a ferocity she'd never seen in him before.

when he pulled away, all bailey could do was stare. her arms were hanging limply at her sides, and she was trying hard not to burst into tears right in front of him. 'have a nice life. call me when you realize how badly you fucked up.' as he left, it only took moments for the gears in bailey's head to kick-start again. with quick movements, she turned on her heel and snatched up her wand, shoving it into her back pocket with determination. nothing is ever going to fix this, but you can erase the pain. ignoring her friend's stares and awkward questions, the girl slipped out of the common room and followed zach into the hallway, her legs moving with a steady rhythm. her mind was made up, and no one was about to change it. as she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat as zach collapsed to the ground, tears rolling down his face. an emptiness filled her to the brim, and with three, steady paces she walked straight up to the boy. stopping just inches from him, bailey pulled her wand from her back pocket and touched it gently to his forehead. looking down at him, she softly whispered 'obliviate' without waiting for him to react. if she waited, she knew she'd hesitate, and hesitation meant weakness. she couldn't be weak anymore, she had to be strong, strong for the both of them. staring down at him, bailey pulled her wand back and kissed the spot on his forehead. "you were right, and i'm sorry. this will fix everything i did that you never deserved." lifting her wand to her lightly freckled forehead, she closed her eyes and whispered the same word, stunned into silence as all their memories slowly slipped from her mind.

[zachariah kale quenton]

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF, MAKE OUT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND THAT WE WERE NOTHING -

zach had never been able to imagine his life without bailey from the day that they met. whether he had her in his life as a friend or as his girlfriend, he'd sworn from that day that he was going to keep her for the rest of his life. he was never bothered by her mood swings, or by cravings she got when it was that time of the month. he was just glad to be there for her, because when it came down to it she was there for him, as well. now that he was on the ground, he had no idea what to imagine of his future. his entire life plan had had bailey in it in some way, shape, or form. he'd sworn to his mother that some day he would marry that girl, and now he didn't know what to think. he felt like a complete twat for kissing her, and for blowing up in the first place. maybe if he'd stayed rational, he would have been able to win her back or something. instead, he lost all rational thoughts and just exploded. he didn't feel like himself anymore. he felt like someone that he had never met, and he hated him already.

through his tears, zach saw bailey's familiar shoes stop in front of him. he looked up at her questioningly, though the pain was still written all over his face. he quickly wiped away his tears and before he knew it there was a wand against his forehead. everything seemed to slip away slowly, as if he was in a daze. his entire life seemed like a dream in that moment. he closed his eyes in hopes of escaping the blur, but he soon realized it was inside of his mind that was dreamlike, not reality. his emptiness slowly disappeared, though there was still that slight sensation that something was missing. he couldn't quite figure out just what it was, but it was definitely there. a million and two things whirled through his mind, then just stopped. he felt free.

- I DON'T EVEN NEED YOUR LOVE 'CAUSE YOU TREAT ME LIKE A STRANGER AND THAT FEELS SO ROUGH