Forever z.m

Clubbing

Libby's pov

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One week after the proposal,

"Zayn, don't talk to me. Don't call me. Delete my number. I can't ever look at you the same way.

"Libby listen to me. You have to understand why I did this, I did it to protect you."

"Yeah right Zayn. How is cheating on me and proposing to Perrie protect me? I don't understand."

"I would explain but I can't. You'll be put in an even wrose spot then you are right now. Let me get through all of this and I promise I'll explain. Just give me time."

"Zayn, I can't forgive you. I'm sorry but it's over."

"Libby no, I've lost you once, I'm losing you again. Give me time and I promise we can go back to how it was. We can be happy again."

"Goodbye Zayn."

I hang up the phone with tears streaming down my face.

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"I'll just have two beers one for me and one for her." Spencer points towards me. The bartender nods. He turns back over towards me. "So do you see someone who catches your eye?" He wiggles his eyebrow. 

I laugh at him and roll my eyes. "You really are gay."

The bartender, who's name tag says Jerry. "Here you go." He smiles and his dimples show through.  

"I think he's flirting with you, maybe you should get with him." Spencer smiles.

"Spenc, listen. Last time I was at a club things went pretty bad. Not to mention, I met Zayn. I haven't had the best of luck with all this clubbing stuff." I sigh.

"Zayn's a douche." Spencer takes a swig of his beer. "Lib, maybe you need to let loose and just have fun. Why don't you go out and dance?"

I look toward the "dance floor", if you can call it that. Everyone on the floor is drunk, sweaty, and not even dancing. All they're doing is grinding on each other.

"No I think I'm good." I give a light smile towards Spencer and take another sip of my beer.  I see a man with dark tousled hair and deep blue eyes. "What about him?" I point at the man.

"I don't think so." He seethes. "He's slept with almost all of the female population in this city. He's probably got more stds then you think." He chuckles.

"I think that might be impossible to sleep with that many people Spencer."

"Hey, you never know." I laugh.

"How do you even know this stuff?"

"Oh, I have my ways."

"I'm not going to ask." I turn my chair the other way.

"Why don't you get the bartender to take you home?"

"Spencer!" I slap his hand. "I'm not here to have sex with anyone."

"What! For all you know Zayn could be sleeping with that Perrie." My heart jumps at the mention of Zayn. Then I realized that Spencer is most likely right.

"I don't want to talk about it Spenc."

"Sorry, I mentioned it." He sighs. The mood in the atmosphere suddenly gets really depressed.

My thoughts start to float to all of my friends. I haven't seen any of them in what seems like years. The onlt person I've really been with is Spencer. I was an emotional wreck when I found out about Zayn and the proposal.