Zustin - A new start

It's a little too late

Zayns POV

I can't take this anymore. Watching Justin all evening with that tall, blonde guy who's had his hands all over him is driving me insane.

I stepped out for a smoke and drowned myself in tequila, but when I came back, they were still at it. I'm losing my mind. Everyone's noticed—this annoying girl I've been with today keeps trying to pull me away, but I can't budge. I'm practically paralyzed with frustration.

When it goes quiet, I snap out of it. I tell the girl to leave, and even though she refuses, I push her away. I hate myself for treating her like this, but I'm having a meltdown from the alcohol and weed.

I head to the door, not really knowing what I'm doing, just that I can't stand another minute of that guy with Justin.

I bang on the door like a madman, screaming for Justin to open up.

Everyone's watching me. I don't care.

No one's opening the door. I use my keychain to unlock it with the help of my locker key.

I storm in and slam the door behind me.

"Zayn, what the fuck is your problem? Are you crazy? Get out of here!" Justin shouts.

I'm just staring. There he is, naked in bed with another guy. My head is spinning from being so drunk.

"What the hell is your issue?" the guy says with an Australian accent.

Of course he has an accent. My British one wins over his dumb Australian accent any day. God, my head is spinning.

The guy, Luke, covers himself with the bed sheet and starts gathering his clothes, handing some to Justin.

"Zayn, are you listening? Get out," Justin says, not yelling now, but sounding upset. I almost cry from how much I miss hearing him. I'm so drunk I can barely move my mouth.

Luke gets dressed, and Justin tells him he's okay and will talk to me. He tells Luke to go and kisses him on the lips right in front of me.

Luke gives me a look as he leaves, almost smirking. It makes me want to bash his Australian head against the wall.

He closes the door behind him, leaving just me and Justin in the room.

Justin's sitting in bed, dressed in boxers and pants but still bare-chested. He looks so fucking sexy.

"Zayn, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he asks.

I don't answer.

"ZAYN!" he yells.

I snap out of it, meeting his beautiful brown eyes. I feel a mix of sadness and anger, unsure which emotion to let win.

"So what, did what we had mean nothing to you? Was it so worthless that you're already with another guy a month later? I should be asking you what the hell is wrong with you. How can you do that?" I yell. I'm surprised by how weak my voice sounds despite the yelling.

We're not noticing that the door is slightly open and our shouting is echoing into the living room.

"How can I?" Justin laughs bitterly. "How can I be with someone else? Are you serious, Zayn? I told you exactly what we meant to me and why it meant that much. But you didn't care. You told me you couldn't do this." He screams with intense anger.

"BECAUSE I'M NOT GAY!" I scream, not even sure what I'm responding to. Did he mention that? What the hell is my brain doing? I'm so drunk I'm not even sure if I'm standing.

Justin smiles a strange smile, puts on his t-shirt, and says, "Yeah, Zayn, you're not gay. You weren't gay when you gave me a handjob. You weren't gay when you fingered me. And you sure as hell weren't gay when your dick was inside me and you were crying from how good it was. But of course, you're not gay, Zayn. That would be insanity. And getting jealous when I'm with someone else is also extremely heterosexual. Good job." He sounds tired and drunk.

Fuck.

He continues, "Zayn, I don't know or care what your problem is. But you and I, we're not a thing. I liked you, I really did. But I'm not putting up with all this shit. I've met someone who actually wants to be with me, who likes me. Now you're deciding to cause a scene? He's funny, nice, kind, and he wants me." Justin can't finish before I interrupt.

"I FUCKING WANT YOU. I FUCKING LIKE YOU. I FUCKING WANNA BE WITH YOU!" I scream, noticing the door is open and people outside are staring at us like we're in a zoo. I don't care if it's the alcohol; I can't hold back.

"It's a little too late, Zayn. Go home. You're drunk. I don't have time for this." Justin says as he leaves the room. Everyone outside is watching, shifting their gaze between us.

I sit on the bed, crying. No, I'm sobbing uncontrollably, and I don't care who sees.

Liam comes in, closes the door behind him, and sits beside me, hugging me tightly. I burst into uncontrollable sobs.