what you need (the weeknd)

One - The Morning

*'I'm fucking gone right now'*

Luara

BANG BANG BANG. 

This is the first thing I hear in the morning after a devastating evening last night. I made a mistake drowning myself in a regrettable amount of wine after me and my boyfriend of  three years called it quits.

I truly loved him. But that all went down the drain when I caught him cuddled up with some stanky hoe in his bed.

Honestly, in the moment I lashed out but when I came back to my apartment, I let it all out. I didn't have the courage to call anyone for support, not even my bestfriend of nine years, Makayla.

Now here I am, regretting every sip of alcohol I took the night before and struggling with a paining headache that gets worse with every bang I hear on my front door.

BANG BANG BANG.

I groan as I throw the duvet off of my aching body and stumble towards my front door, tripping up on the way.

"Ugh, one time I ask to be left alone and no one can respect tha-," I begin to say but as I open the door I see Makayla standing there with a look that I know all too well. Her arms are crossed across her chest as she storms through my door, pushing past me.

"Well I apologise for storming over here after I got no response from you for the past 12 hours Lua!" She says angrily, shoving her phone in my face, showing the 50+ messages she sent me over the last 12 hours. I look at her with a guilty look on my face, feeling bad that I didn't bother to tell her anything that happened last night.

"Look Kay, I'm sorry but when I tell you exactly what happened to me last night, you're gonna understand where I'm coming from." I mumble, suddenly feeling embarrassed about what took place just a number of hours ago.

I take her hand and walk her towards my white sofa that me and my now ex-boyfriend, Damon, bought together.

Best believe the second I'm done mopping around that is getting thrown out.

We both sit down and I begin to tell Makayla what went down and how I caught Damon up in his bed with another girl. By the end of it, I have tears in my eyes, threatening to fall, but I force my self not to let them out.

I've already cried enough over this man, I don't need to waste any more.

I look up at Makayla after finishing my story and she throws herself onto me, wrapping her arms around me. I soften in her embrace and wrap my arms around her, closing my eyes in comfort.

Since childhood, I've always found comfort in Makayla's arms and now I find myself needing it more than ever.

"Luara, why didn't you tell me? You know I would've sped down here for you." She says, still squeezing me nearly to death. She pulls away, looking at me, waiting for a reply.

"I know and that's exactly why I didn't bother to. I just felt the need to be alone and to be honest I didn't want to see anyone, even if it was you Makayla."

"But I'm sorry for not replying to your messages I should've at least done that." I sigh and lean back against my sofa, a feeling of tiredness suddenly washing over me despite that fact I just woke up. I feel Makayla get up from beside me and I look up to see her walking towards my kitchen.

"No, Lua, don't apologise. If I were you, I'd wanna be alone and by myself too. Just next time, if you ever feel like you wanna be alone again, please tell me so that I'm not going out of my mind trying to reach you and get an answer." She says, turning around to look at me while trying to rummage through my fridge, most likely to cook something.