Half A Heart

Chapter 34

“The end,” I read, looking up to see Josh fast asleep in bed.

I end the call and close my laptop, smiling to myself.

My life is pretty great right now.

~*~

I pour myself a glass of water and glance at the clock. Ugh it’s so early, why am I up? It’s literally the middle of the night.

The door handle starts to rattle and I spill my drink on the counter accidentally. Okay so someone’s trying to break in and I’m going to die.

Whippee! I had a nice life.

I warily walk over to the door as they continue to rattle the handle.

Looking through the peephole, I sigh in relief.

“Louis, I thought you were someone trying to break in!” I open the door to let him into the hotel room. 

“Hey, babe, missed me?” He slurs, making it obvious to me that he’s drunk. 

I roll my eyes at him, turning away. He grabs my wrist, pulling me back towards him. I struggle, groaning as I try to pry his hand off mine when he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in so I’m fully against him. 

“Louis-” He puts a finger up to silence me. I feel the edge of my shirt being lifted up and gape at the smirking boy in front of me. 

“Get off!” I try to push him away but fail miserably. 

“Stop! Louis stop please!” I beg, feeling a lone tear escape my eye.

He smirks even more, kissing my jaw line and leaving short kisses on my neck. 

“Stop!” I yell. His eyes are full of lust and his breath with a scent of alcohol. He grips tighter, pressing his lips to mine forcefully. 

By now my face is a waterfall, tears staining my cheeks. 

“Let go!” I scream, kicking him in the knee. His expression changes to anger as his pushes me back against the wall. He pulls off my shirt, his body up against mine. 

“Leave me alone, you creep!”

“Calm down, baby,” He smirks. 

I struggle in his arms as he kisses my neck, making his way downwards. I manage to get one hand free and it automatically punches his jaw. In a blur I feel a sharp pain on my cheek as he slaps me. 

Oh my god. 

I keep struggling and with one final tug I manage to slip out of his grasp, backing away from him in horror. He frowns, rolling his eyes. 

“Come on!” He complains. 

“I’m not ready, I told you! And definitely not when you’re drunk!” I defend. 

“The girl at the club didn’t mind,” He mumbles under his breath, taking me back by his words. 

What. In. The. Actual. Fuck.

“What?!” I scream, my eyes burning with fresh tears threatening to spill. 

“I’m sorry if I wanted to be touched, I’d never get that affection from you so I was desperate!” He shouts back, my eyes widening. 

“So you thought you’d do it with a random girl in a club?! You know, you had two options; Ignore her and take it slow with me or have her for one night, wake up the next morning with no memory from the previous night and a headache and lose me! I guess you chose the second one!”

“Well if I can’t have you in bed then what’s the point of having you at all?” He shrugs. 

It’s the alcohol talking. Not him. He doesn’t mean it. 

“Whatever, I’m not going to stay here and attempt to argue with a drunk!” I yell, making my way towards the door, flinging it open and walking across the dark hallway.