Hearts Devoured • LT&ZM

20 || Morning After

Groaning, I pulled myself from the bed.

I had to pee.

Stupid bladder.

I wouldn't have gotten up if I didn't have to go so bad.

Fucking hangover.

I'm hungover. How many shots did I have last night?

Squeezing myself out of the blankets and limbs, I stumbled to the bathroom stark naked and sat on the porcelain seat. When I finally let go, I gasped sharply at the burning sensation I felt down there. I was so sore, just like that first time I lost my...

I covered my mouth in delayed surprise, my eyes widening. I quickly spotted my reflection on the mirror. I had hickies all over my shoulder blades, my breasts. My eyes trailed lower.

Thoughts about sleeping in were effortlessly replaced by what transpired last night. With shaking hands, I went to the door and swung it open.

My heart went 0-100 when I laid eyes on a naked Louis, plopped down on his stomach. On the floor where the rest of the thick blankets were was a familiar head of hair. Zayn's. A very naked Zayn Malik.

Oh, fuck.

"Hey, luv," Louis greeted me with one eye open. "Come back to bed?"

"I HAVE TO PEE!"

Shutting the door behind me, I had to remember what happened last night.

Since when did my life turn into Hangover Part 4?!

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Since when did things become this dramatic?

I knew I had baggage, but I didn't mean for things to go this far, where all our thoughts had to be melancholic and sad. Personally, I was sick of it.

I grew up with a dramatic family life. I was sorta afraid of commitment, but I wasn't the type to back out from dating really hot guys. Shallow, but hey, I was willing to give true love a chance.

And who was I to deny any of the One Direction boys? I was in love with Louis Tomlinson, and I surely can't lie and say I didn't feel anything for Zayn Malik. So why was I so torn? Why did things feel so wrong? Why was I being difficult? Why was I taking all the blame? Why weren't they taking any of the blame?

I felt bad that Zayn and Louis weren't talking to each other. I don't even know why they were still talking to me.

I downed a shot of whiskey one after another. I had found my own booth in the hotel bar.

Alcohol had to be my friend tonight.

I didn't want to sleep with Louis knowing I was still thinking about Zayn. I know I loved him. I know it. But how can I get over him just like that? I'm only human. I can't turn off my emotions.

How many times have I told myself not to fall into these types of situations? Haven't I told myself I would never choose someone when I'm in the middle? I would rather be alone than hurt someone.

"Jewel?"

And now I can hear Zayn calling my name, like that first time we met each other at the wedding. The goddamned wedding. I wonder how Dani and Harry were doing. I haven't been able to get in touch with her since they decided to extend their stay in their love cottage in the island.

"Jewel, what are you doing here?"

The same can be said for Liam and Sophia. From what I've heard, they were busy trying to make babies. Probably competing with Team Darry on who'll make babies first. Christ.