Living With No Direction

9. Time

It felt like time didn't pass as Louis stood there, watching his wife make out with his best friend. Louis was experiencing deja vu, for this had happened before five years ago. His whole body was on shut down, his brain also. The items in his hands slipped and fell onto the hardwood floor, this is what caught their attention. Clara jumped off of Harry and looked up to see Louis standing there. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but soon closed it again not knowing what to say. Harry was shocked as well, but he kept his mouth shut, running a hand through his hair.

Suddenly Louis burst out laughing, earning looks from the both of them. They glanced at one another before looking back at him. "You're joking, right?" Louis asked, still laughing.

"I let you stay in my house, and I come home to find you making out with my so called wife?" he stated angrily. Harry had a blank expression on his face as if he didn't care that he had just betrayed his best friend.

"It wasn't Harry's fault, I kissed him" Clara said not taking her eyes off of Louis.

His face faltered turning his attention to her.

"So you lied to me, you told me that you didn't feelings for him when you actually did" Louis yelled throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hey, don't raise your voice at her" Harry said, his voice rising, walking over towards Louis.

"Oh shut up you bloody bastard" Louis said, getting up in Harry's face. They were inches away from each other, and Clara was afraid of what would happen next.

"Stop" Clara pushing them away from each other.

"It was him all along wasn't it, you never loved me" Louis said, his voice low and soft, tears threatening to fall.

"No, I-" Clara started reaching out to grab him, but Louis moved back.

"Save it, your feelings are clear, " he said, turning around walking towards the door.

"Louis wait" Clara tried to run after him, but Harry grabbed her arm.

She looked back at him, then down at his hand on her arm, "Don't, " she snapped and yanked her arm out of his hold. She ran out the door only to see Louis driving off down the street.

"Dammit" Clara screamed, tears rolling down her face. She sobbed, slowly sitting on the steps, wrapping her arms around herself.

*

Eric walked into the bar and walked behind the counter. Soon after a young man walked in, a look of frustration on his face, he was no less than a few years younger than him. He sat at the bar placing his head on the counter. "Rough night?" Eric asked, wiping the other side of the counter.

"You have no idea" the man responded, lifting up his head.

"Hit me" the man slurred holding his glass up, after multiple shots.

"I think that's enough for you" Eric said, moving the liquor bottle away from him, before he could grab it.

"No, I need to forget this day, all of it, I need to forget about everything" the man mumbled, barely able to sit still.

"Was it that bad, what happened?" Eric asked curiously.

"My wife cheated on me" the man mumbled, running a hand through his hair, "With my best friend" he continued.

"Oh, that sucks, " he honestly felt bad the guy, he imagined that was hard to find out.

"Want me to call you a cab?" Eric said.

"Now I can drive myself" the man said, standing up only to trip over air and fall flat on his face.

Eric sighed and walked over to him, picking him up by the shoulders. "I'm calling you a cab" Eric said, placing him on the stool once more.

*

"Pick up the goddamn phone!" Clara yelled, frustrated with herself. Louis had left hours ago with not a word to her. Guilt was filling Clara as she sobbed on the floor, throwing the phone against the wall.

"Clara please open the door" Harry banged on the door repeatedly.

"I don't want to talk to you, go away" Clara yelled sobbing into her knee's.

"I'm sorry, please just open the door" Harry said his voice strained. Clara just sat there hugging her knee's. She didn't want to talk to Harry, but she needed to get out of her room, the one which she shared with Louis. Everything reminded her of him, his distinct smell spreading around the room. She sighed and stood up, dusting her jeans off, she opened the door to a surprised Harry, his face fell when he saw that she had been crying.

Clara didn't give him the chance to talk as she pushed past him, heading down the hallway.

"Clara wait!" Harry called running after her. He grabbed her forearm, but she yanked it away.

"Don't touch me, " she yelled her eyes filled with fury.

Harry frowned, moving his arm back to his side, "Look, I'm sorry-" he started but Clara scoffed.

"Sorry!?, sorry is not going to fix my relationship, it's not going to turn back time and change what happened, or the act that Louis saw the whole thing" Clara screamed tears rolling down her face.

"I lied to him Harry" Clara said, lowering her head and voice.

"I told him that I didn't like you, but I do" Clara said avoiding eye contact. Harry watched her and she sobbed wrapping her arms around herself, instinctively he wrapped his arms around her place his chin on top of her head. She sobbed, holding his shirt sobbing into his chest.

"I'm sorry" Harry said yet again, Clara only responded by sobbing harder into his chest.

*

Emily wrapped her coat around her body, the cold air swirling around her. She patiently waited for her date that was fifteen minutes late.

"No show huh?" a voice said behind her. She jumped, turning around to see someone she wished she would never see again.

"Zayn" she breathed out. He smiled, showing his pearly white teeth, running a hand over his newly dyed blonde hair.

"What are you doing at an art gallery?" Zayn asked, keeping his eyes on her. Emily analyzed his face, he had the same dark brown eyes, and a newly grown beard on his face, accenting this jawline .

"I could ask you the same thing" Emily replied, hugging her coat tighter around her.

"The artist is an old friend of mine, now what's your excuse, first date?" Zayn asked, knowing, a smirk growing on his face.

"Yes, in fact, they should be here any minute" Emily said proudly, looking down both sides of the sidewalk, only to see no one.

He followed her gaze, then spoke up, "I don't think they're coming Emily, " he said calmly, placing his hands in his jean pockets.

Emily sighed, knowing he was right, "I know, " she mumbled looking at the sidewalk.

"Well, come on, " Zayn said, holding his arm out for her.

Emily raised her gaze, then furrowing her eyebrow's looking at him.

"What are you doing?" she questioned.

"What kind of man would I be I let you freeze out here?" Zayn grinned. Emily chuckled and reluctantly wrapped her arm around his own. A Zayn's smile grew as they made their way towards the door.

"I'm going to regret this tomorrow" Emily mumbled to herself. He laughed heartily, she smiled, blushing lightly at the fact that he had heard her.