As Lovely As You (George Shelley Fanfic)

Chapter 48 - A Drunk Girl In The Streets

I never felt so hurt. Betrayed you could say.

I never wanted to see him again. Liar. I wanted to see him, I would slap him and then kiss him and then slap him again and then kiss him again….Oh, let’s just stick with I never want to see him again.

But I would see him again. More than once or twice. I would see him a lot, with the Xtra Factor and staying at the same hotel, I could pratically meet him everyday. Oh, shit.

After Alex left, I saw George sucking the blonde’s face out. I felt anger, but at that moment I was mostly sad, I still was. I hate that feeling. The feeling of your heart falling out of your chest, because you see something that hurts you so much and you can’t even cry about it because you’re in a fucking party full of people and you don’t want them to see you dry your eyes out.

So I left. I grabbed my coat from the millinery and crossed the doors of the club, letting the fresh air hit me. Wearing a stupid goth witch outfit with heels, I wasn’t that person. I don’t like heels I don’t wear dresses, I was changing, I knew that. And for what? For a boy who doesn’t even care about me. That’s right, for an idiot boyband member who just likes to play with someone else’s feelings.

Outside there were a lot of people; fans and papparazis, blinding me with their flashes. I was feeling like shit. My eyes were watery, I thanked god for waterprof mascara. I tried to smile a little for the pictures. Put up my best fake act for them. Yet, I just wanted to cry. Blur my eyes out, right there in front of everyone. I wasn’t able to hold any longer, but luckily all the attention was turned out to James Arthur when he left the club with some girl.

I sighed in relief and walked away as fast as I could. No one noticed, no one followed me. Wrapped up in my coat I felt warm, but the heels were killing me. I took them off. Barefoot, in the middle of the street. A lonely loner walkig down a lonely road. It was late at night and there was only a few cars passing by, I was better off that way.

Drunk in sadness and vodka, I wasn’t able to tell where I was. I didn’t know or care. I just wanted to forget about George, about the blonde bitch, the X Factor…everything. 

You can’t get lost if you don’t know where you’re going. And I certainly didn’t. 

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I was still wandering around the streets, now barely any cars were passing. My feet were cold but I couldn’t bare to wear the heels my hands were holding.

I took my phone out of my coat’s pocket. It was 3:00am, I shoul call Amelia. But my eyes were tired, I was dizzy. I had cried a bit, yet the ruined mascara wasn’t the only thing that was making my vision blurry.

I was so tired. So I sat on the pavement and and took a deep breath. What the fuck am I doing? Why did I have to drink so much?

I felt like crying again but my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car braking. A car had just stopped beside me. A taxi.

The driver opened the door and went towards my direction.

“Laura what are you doing here? Do you know what time it is? You shouldn’t be on the streets alone at this time of night!” Marcus said.

“Marcus?” I asked confused “Yes, it’s me” he responded “Why are you sitting on the pavement?” he asked  back “Oh, Marcus! Please take me home!” I said as he helped me up.

“Get in” he said opening the passenger’s door, I got my heels and layed on the backseat “I’ll take you home” I heard him saying as he turned on the car and drove off to the Corinthia.