Bad Friend

13- Just a Little Bit of Your Heart

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I woke up with a terrible headache and my leg thrown over the body sleeping soundly next to me. Blinking my eyes open, I saw darkness, smelled the familiar scent of G's lavender shampoo. I moved her hair out of my face and slowly sat up, trying to remember where I was.

Last night was something of a blur. I'd shown up at Gwen's apartment the day before, wanting a new tattoo and a night out with my friend. G was apprehensive at first, the way she always was when I came to whisk her away for an adventurous night out. She always dragged her feet and claimed she never wanted to do anything I had planned for us, but I usually managed to convince her, and we always had a good time by the end of the night.

We went dancing. I told her to put on something fun so we could go to a club I'd heard about from a friend and spend a fun few hours together on a dance floor. We were both technically underage, but being a member of One Direction had its perks. We didn't have to wait in any lines, we didn't have to go through the main doors or show any ID when we asked for shots. It was just us, just the way I liked spending time with Gwen.

That was until someone pulled her away to dance.

I'd turned around for a second to grab a couple of fun colored drinks from a passing server, and when I turned back to hand her drink over, she had moved farther away from me with her back pressed up against someone else. A girl.

I wasn't necessarily surprised to see her with a girl; G had casually mentioned her "flings" with other girls in the past. I liked that about her. She didn't care if I knew or not. Gwen was open and honest about her sexuality and answered my questions anytime I asked her about it; she never labeled herself, or made a big deal about it, it was just a part of who she was, the same way her hair was black or her eyes were dark brown or that she was half Japanese.

I never minded that she was into girls. Except now it was cutting into my time with G. I could only see her for a few moments at a time, and while it wasn't a lot, I cherished every moment I had with her. She was kind and funny in her own way, she always told me the truth, and she was always up for anything I had planned for us (even if she didn't think she was).

I frowned, not really sure what to do now. I'd never been in a situation like this before, at least not with G. When I was with her, I didn't have to worry about anyone else. I was somehow always left alone when I visited Gwen. No fans ever came up to me, I was never photographed with her, and there were never articles written about her, or her and me. It was part of the allure of seeing her, I think. When I was with G, I felt normal, like I was just a schoolmate of hers and we were going out after a long week of classes.

It always had to end, of course. I had to get back to my life and she had to go back to hers. It was why I was always so adamant that our time spent together was spent with just the two of us. I didn't want anyone stealing her away from me when our nights slipped past us so quickly. Not having anyone else with us was something of an unspoken rule between G and me. So when I saw her dancing and smiling with someone that wasn't me, I felt... betrayed almost. It was a weird and alien feeling, one that left a bad taste in my mouth for reasons I couldn't explain. I knew that it was irrational and a little immature of me to feel annoyed because Gwen was dancing with someone that wasn't me, but I couldn't help it. The pigtails she'd put her hair in tonight whipped back and forth with each sway of her hips, and the longer I stood there, the longer I became more annoyed and frustrated. This was our time. She could dance with whoever she wanted when I wasn't around. Though even that thought made my stomach churn.

But then she turned around and her eyes fell on me. They lit up with so much mirth I forgot how irritated I was two seconds ago. G leaned towards the girl she was dancing with and whispered in her ear before pulling away and shuffling through a few people to come back to me.