Wake Me Up

Chapter Ten: Someone Always Gets Hurt

     -3rd Person Point Of View-

     “And don’t take too long!” Zayn yelled after Eloise as she raced into her hotel to change. She spun around, a goofy grin on her face as she tapped her butt seductively, blowing Zayn a kiss. He caught the hypothetical form of endearment, shoving it in his back pocket before shooing her off. To Eloise, this was the dream come true. She was going to a ‘club’ with her dream guy, his band mates, and a girl that was seemingly good bestfriend material.

     Zayn grinned, stepping out of his car and leaning against the door, his hands shoved into his pockets coolly. To him, Eloise seemed quite surreal; she seemed too good to be true. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself pinching himself to make sure this is not a dream, which it most certainly is not.  After Perrie, Zayn hadn’t been able to grasp the fact that he was being called a liar; a cheater; a douchebag, and was hated by everyone. He had spent more time alone than he ever had, and his thoughts solely revolved around the question ‘what did I do?’ It was a sensible question, considering Zayn was quite a reasonable person. He didn’t lie; he didn’t cheat, and he most definitely was no douchebag. He treated Perrie like she was to be treated- like his everything. He sometimes would wake up in the middle of the night, feeling the aching feeling that is love, and would travel the 3 hours it took him to get to Perrie’s flat that belonged to her and the other girls of Little Mix, just to see her. He gave up smoking because she had begged him not to do it anymore. He called her between breaks during his shows, and though they could speak with each other for about 2 minutes at a time, Zayn found his mood had been lightened for the rest of the evening. He went the extra mile for her, but she still believed that it was in her best nature to tell the world he cheated on her?

     Yes. And with absolutely no evidence that this was true, we believed it. Sucks, doesn’t it? That we believed this though we knew nothing of the situation.

     As for Eloise? Well, Eloise wasn’t on the best of terms with the opposite gender, either. In fact, the night before, she’d been on her way to a posh restaurant to meet up with Owen, her boyfriend at the time, in hopes that he’d finally propose after the 3 years that they’d been together. But when she arrived, she was met with the unruly sight of her boyfriend snogging a slutty waitress. Upset and not sure of what to do, she stomped over to him, ripped the tramp from his grasp, and slapped him harder than she’d ever thought she could. She put all of her emotion into the next few punches to his nose, letting out all of the anger she’d held in during the 3 years they’d been together. She put all of her fight into one last hook to his already bleeding nose, before rushing away. As she ran, she heard the sound of police sirens blaring behind her, no doubt heading towards the scene she’d just created.

     Though Eloise wasn’t a violent person; she would never be a violent person, she couldn’t help but feel more free than she had ever felt before. She was done with waiting for a proposal that was never going to come; she was done watching Owen treat her like dirt, not being able to do a thing about it because she thought that was what love is. She thought love was being able to wait for someone to be ready; she thought it was being able to put up with someone’s constant crap, but really? If that person had ever loved you in the first place, they’d have never put you through the things that they did, and you would be happy. Eloise wasn’t happy.

     Eloise felt a smile tug at the ends of her mouth as she slipped on a formal black dress, flipping her sloppy orange hair over her shoulder. She could feel Scarlet’s grey eyes on the back of her head as she twirled around, admiring the cocktail dress. “Why you dressed so nice?” Scarlet asked, leaning back onto the headboard of the bed.

     “I met a guy,” She replied happily, sitting down on the edge of her friend’s mattress. “And he’s got friends…” Scarlet rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk. Scarlet had never been one to date guys, they usually avoided her, seeing as though she was quite intimidating. She was the rebel of the two, always creating a mess of things, leaving Eloise, Ms. Dependable, to clean it up.

     “It’s fine,” She assured her friend, stuffing a few crisps into her mouth and turning back to the television, where The Notebook was playing. Eloise sighed, crawling up the bed to sit next to her best friend. “What’s wrong?” She asked, leaning against her friend. Scarlet shrugged, her head falling onto Eloise’s shoulder. Eloise frowned, rubbing soothing circles of assurement into the unruly, since untamed hair of her friend.

     “You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” She said, sucking in a breath. It had been a while since Scarlet had left the room; since they’d been back home in America. All because one guy had to ruin it all; because one guy had to take absolutely everything from her, and Eloise hated him for that. Scarlet nodded, sitting up and wiping at the raw skin on her cheeks.

     “You go have fun, El. Maybe tomorrow you and I can go get some enchiladas or something,” She suggested, grinning slightly. Eloise smiled, chuckling lightly.

     “Sounds like a plan, Stan. See ya later!” She called, crawling out of bed and gripping her leather coat in her hands. “Love ya!”

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     Liam glared at Harry from across the room, watching him grind against some random girl as they awaited the arrival of Louis, Niall, and Cara. He couldn’t believe he was doing this right out in the open, and right after the bet, too. Of course Liam knew he’d probably lose- Harry was probably going to take advantage of a drunk Cara tonight, bring her home, and make love to her, claiming her as his almost immediately. That’s why he’s so shameless; not caring who sees him because he knows that in the end, he’s going to win. Liam’s going to be left alone once again, having no girl that will ever be his because Harry always gets the girl and nothing is ever going to change.

      “Hey mate! Why the down face?” Niall exclaimed, slapping a hand down onto Liam’s broad shoulder as he’d arrived. Liam turned around, smiling at the short, blonde, Irish one.

      “What are you talking about?” He asked, mock oblivious to the fact that he had been sending Harry death glares just seconds before. Niall laughed loudly, shaking his head and bringing Niall to sit beside him on a bar stool.

     “Why so angry with Harry?” Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair, his anxiety levels rising quickly. Pretending nothing was wrong wasn’t an option with someone who’d known you for 3 years, let alone this person could see through lies like he sees through glass, given Liam was a horrible  liar.

     “We made a bet,” He replied half-heartedly, drumming his fingers against the wood of the bar. Niall scoffed, rolling his head around in disgust.

     “Wow… Liam Payne? The last person I would have guessed would make a bet over a girl.” Liam sighed once again, slapping the bar and standing up. “I don’t need this.” He stated indignantly. Niall followed him as he walked to the wall, leaning against it for a view of the whole club. He watched as Zayn and Eloise chatted flirtaciously; Louis and Cara danced goofily, and Harry made out with the girl he had just been dancing with.

     “Look, Liam. Do what you think is right, just remember that in the end… Nothing ends nicely. No one ends up happy; someone always get hurt.”