The Wedding Date ➸ Ziam

Burrito Bowls & Louis' Advice

I was suppose to be happy to be back in town, to be home. But I'm not. Not one bit.

I feel empty, almost numb. Liam has been on my mind non-stop. I can't think straight, I can't do anything. I just lay. That's what I've been doing for the past few hours. Just laying in bed staring at the gray ceiling. My phone's been going off for the past hour. Texts from Louis, Mom, Dad, Harry, and Tony all shooting to my phone erupting a vibration throughout the device. An annoying buzzing emitting through my bedroom, making me groan every now and then but I don't make any efforts in checking my phone to stop it.

My enemy fell for me.

I fell for my enemy.

He says he might love me.

I'm terrified to give him a chance.

Everyone says I should.

Even my ex who broke my heart causing me to not to give him a chance in the first place, said I should.

Not only do my lips but my eyebrows set in a frown. None of this makes any sense. How did I get cursed with this problem? There are over 7 billion people in the world and this just had to happen to me. Why?

Maybe this was suppose to happen. Maybe you were suppose to bump into Liam that night and then see him again at Walmart the next day. Maybe you were suppose to hire him. Maybe you two were suppose to fall in love.

I shake my head as if those thoughts would just fall out. I'm so confused and I don't know what to do.

Its not that difficult, its not that hard. You're just making it difficult. Just be with him.

"Shut up" I groan and roll onto my side, my fingers reaching up to brush along my left eyebrow. A pain is beginning to set behind it.

Have you ever had a really bad itch but you just couldn't scratch it because you knew you wouldn't stop scratching it?

This may sound dumb as hell but I feel that Liam is like that. Like that itch. I don't want to give into him. Don't look at me like that, I know it was a stupid analogy.

A sigh escapes my lips as my eyes dart around my room. Its quite dirty but I don't feel like cleaning it. A tiny spider is in the corner, slowly crawling its way up the gray wall. Its completely silent in my flat and I think its really weird how I don't hear any bantering going on from Louis and Harry or my parents; laughs or just Liam in the bathroom humming a soft tune as he gets ready for the day. It makes me sorta wish I was back in New Jersey at Tyler's parents house. The house was so live and full of laughs. It was never quiet but I didn't mind. At first I did cause I wasn't use to all the commotion because I lived alone and it was always quiet. I thought I would be happy to be surrounded by silence again but I'm not. I want noise. I want Liam's noise.

I want Liam.

"No you don't" I growl at myself. The pain behind my brow is increasing.

Suddenly my bedroom door swings open, it banging agains the wall.

I jump up and look seeing Louis holding a bag of Chipotle.

"What the hell, Louis?!" I shout as I clutch my beating heart.

"I've been texting you asshole. Why haven't you been answering?" My crazy friend says as he walks over to my bed and drops the bag. "I got you a burrito bowl."

"Thanks" I mutter, pulling the container out the bag and taking the lid off.

"What are you doing here and how'd you get in?"

Louis rolls his eyes, "You've been ignoring my texts so I was worried and I was on my way home from work so I thought I'd drop by. Also you gave me a key like forever ago dumbass."