Louis' Depressed Girl

Chapter eight: Running into to you

A:N: EVERYONE SHARE THIS STORY PLEASE?!?! I would love you forever. Anyways, here's chapter eight.

Mia's P.O.V 

My knees weaken when i reach my bathroom sink. I clench my fists tightly and punch the wall hard. My fist throbbed in pain, my knuckles swelling slowly.  

My vision blurred from the tears forming at the corner of my eyes. 

I snuck a peek of my reflection in the dirty mirror above the sink.  

I saw a broken girl looking back at me. Her hair greasy, her eyes burning red from crying.  

She was a disaster. A broken heart yearning to be fixed.  

I broke down and cried on the bathroom floor until the tears stopped.  

I lied there practically lifeless. My arms and legs numb...

I suddenly had a spark of anger rush through me. I grab the razor on the corner of the sink and dig it into my skin. A loud scream ripping through my throat. I throw the razor at the wall and curse under my breath.

I walked to my room and tore open my closet door, the knob tearing off and landing on the dusty floor below my feet. 

"Fuck," I mutter, but quickly brushing it off. 

I grab a skimpy black dress and a pair of black boots with a 3-inch heel.  

I zip them on and walk out of my apartment.  

I rush over to the nearest bar and order the strongest alcoholic beverage they had. 

I quickly chugged it and ordered another. Chugging that one as well. 

By now I felt very tipsy and out of it.  

I pay the waiter and stumble out of the bar. I walk along the streets of Miami.(A/N i forgot to put where they live.)  

I'm completely lost and hammered, stumbling around cluelessly.  

"Mia?" Someone yells behind me. 

I turn around and look over to see a familiar boy with brown flippy hair and tan skin looking at me. His green eyes scanning my body slowly. 

"J-jack?" I stutter. 

"Why are you out here so late! And why do you smell like horse shit and alcohol?" He turns away in disgust.  

I frown upon myself and take a step back in shame. 

"Let me take you home." He suggest. 

"Nooooooo!" I whine like a little girl. "Jacckkkkk." I cry. 

He groans and wraps his arm tightly around my waist.  

"Ohhh," I purr in his ear. My wide smile giving away my drunkness. 

"God you're so drunk." He mumbles, walking me towards my apartment. 

"Jack?" 

"Hm?" 

"Do you still love me?" I frown. 

"Do I what?" He questions, to make me repeat what I had just said. 

"Do you still love me?" I look up at him, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. 

"Jack," i whisper. Stopping, which causes him to stop as well.  

He looks down at me sadly. 

"Of course." He mumbles. 

Without thinking I smash our lips together. I could feel his body stiffen, and he soon pulls away.