Louis's P.O.V.
What was I supposed to say? Yes Jenny, it's true. They're not rumors, it's the truth, I cheated on you.
"Louis!" she spat, interrupting my thoughts, "Answer me!"
"Jen," I said as I took a hold of one of her tiny, frail hands in mine and placed it on her lap. "it was a drunken mistake and I-"
Her face instantly gained a look of pain and humiliation. I could no longer continue with my sentence.
"How could you Louis?" she asked, "I- I've never been more humiliated in my entire life. I- I- I trusted you." she said. There was a hint of regret in her voice, maybe because she wished that she could take back the words which had slipped from her mouth, or maybe because she was wishing she had never met me.
"You can trust me." I blurted.
"And look where that's gotten me." she spat, causing me to wince at the amount of cruelty in her once gentle voice.
"I was drunk ans I didn't mean to kiss her, much less take her home." I explained.
Did you have sex with her Louis? Did you?" she asked.
The question lingered in the air for a moment while I thought about it, unsure of what to respond. "I- I-m not sure. I don't remember." I confessed.
"Jesus." she groaned.
I watched as she collected her materials and headed for the door. "I'll be back in the morning to pick up the rest of my belongings." she sniffled as tears began to brim at here eyes.
Jenny's P.O.V.
I watched as a look of regret and sorrow began to fill his eyes. I was out of words, silently scolding myself for thinking that he was different, that I could trust him. My eyes were now overflowing with tears, he watched me as I let my tears fall freely onto my rosy, warm cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him plop himself down onto the edge of the mattress, burying his face in his palms in defeat right before I shut the door of his flat behind me. He'd lost me.
It took me ten minutes to arrive to my flat. Those ten minutes were full of tears, cries, and remorse. As soon as I entered my bathroom I quickly stripped myself of my clothes and got into my sleepwear. The night was spent with whimpers, and trying to decide whether I should forgive him or not.
The next morning I arrived at Louis's flat to pick up the rest of my belongings. Half of me wished that he wasn't there, and the other half of me wished he was. I wasn't quite sure which one I wanted more. The door remained unlocked, something Louis and I had always had a tendency to do over they years in which we'd spent together, realization that all that was gone finally kicked in.
I struggled to compose myself before knocking on the door.
I heard no response.
"Hello?" I called out.
No response again.
I took the liberty of letting myself in since nobody had answered the door.
"Well hey there." I heard a heavy strong, Irish accent coming from behind me. I smiled, I didn't even have to see who it was because I already knew. "How's it going?" the voice continued. Yet again, I smiled because I knew that this was one of the only people who could make me feel better in my time of need. "You know, my real bestfriend would have hugged me with a tremendous, bone crushing power the first time she heard me, but you haven't. You may look like her but you're not my bestfriend. Your attitude resembles nothing of hers because my bestfriend would never act this was with me." he said as e began to approach me.
