Do You Realize? |l.s.|

XII

I decide to leave once an hour passes. I wish I could've seen it coming, considering his popularity and his past with dating. I was blinded by excitement, and by my want for actually going out with someone. I just wish I wasn't so stupid for thinking he'd ever want to date me. I got so excited, I remember what happened an hour and a half before I left.

"Shit!" I scream, running over to my closet quickly. I hear footsteps rushing up to my stairs, and Zayn and Harry are there in an instead.

"What the hell is going on?" Zayn asks.

"What am i gonna wear?"

I spend a full hour showering and getting ready to make sure I looked good enough for Trevor. I was full on panicking when I was supposed to be walking out the door, and the boys had to give me a pep-talk which had a slightly concerning amount of backhanded compliments in it. Then, Zayn drove me there, being the overprotective brother he is.

"Don't do anything fucking stupid," he warns me. "And call me if you need anything."

"I'll be fine, Zee," I laugh.

I'm not fine. Not in the slightest, as I'm walking in the dark to a house full of boys who will probably question why I'm home so early, if we kissed, etc. My head is hung low, tears in my eyes that I refuse to let fall until I'm in my bed, and my shoes that are now scuffed from kicking rocks so much as I walk. I make it home after the fifteen minute walk, taking a shaky breath as I open the door to hear talking come to a stop.

"Louis?" Zayn asks. He comes walking in as I start climbing the stairs. "That was fast, how'd it go?" I just keep walking though, all the way to my room. I don't bother taking off my uncomfortable button up shirt and pants, not even my shoes, and I certainly don't bother to turn on my lights. I stumble over the clothes I've left scattered across the floor, falling into my bed.

A bit later, I hear footsteps make their way to me room. The door opens, letting light from the hallway shine in, but my back is turned. He probably assumes I'm asleep as he closes the door again with a sad sigh, and I just continue to stare at the wall with a tear-covered face and a broken heart.