Closer

Walk of shame

OW OW FUCKITY OW!
"Huh?" Came a strangled sounding groan from beside me.
"Never mind,. Wasn't meant to say it out loud" I whined, praying for some miracle to happen and magically cure this goddamn killer hangover. I'm fairly certain my insides were ready to fall out if I even moved the slightest bit.
"Flippin hell! Why're we... Did we..?"
"No zayn, we had a sleepover.. What'd you think?" I moaned, rubbing my vinegar smelling hand across my forehead, trying to figure out what to do next. Do I stay? Do I just leave? What should I say? 'Bye zayn, thanks for the sex'? But after some incoherent debating in my head I choose to go with the flow. I'm not in any position to move right now.
"Wha? This must be some sort of sick joke.. I'm as straight as a ruler. There's no way I'd do a lad..."
"Sorry to burst your bubble malik.."
"We never rode alright? I dunno what you're playing at or how we got here but I want you to get the f*ck out now"
"What? Zay-"
"Now Louis!"
"Bu-"
"NOW!"
"Fine! It was sh!t anyway!"
After throwing on the discarded boxers, jeans, t-shirt and shoes and grabbing a jacket from the front seat I slammed the door angrily, stepping out into a windy car park full of manky looking pigeons and discarded McDonald's wrappers. If zayn was on fire and I had the last glass of water in the world, I'd definitely drink it. Stan was right. Men are pricks.
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*prrrring*

I wait, holding my brown leather boots in my hands.

*prrring*

Still nothing

*prrrrrrrrrrrrr-"

"Alright! I'm coming Jesu- lou? What happened mate?" Stan rasped, concerned as I just stood on his doorstep and started sobbing desperately.

He shut the door as soon as he dragged my heavily intoxicated body into the small, darkhall way. His shoulder offered comfort, as usual, as he let my tears soak into his stupid slogan t-shirt.
As he tried awkwardly to soothe me by gently rubbing my back and helping me sit down I told him everything. I told him about how we had this connection that I've never felt before last night. About how we drank an endless amount of alcohol. About how we went to his mates car. About how I lost my virginity to none other than Zayn Malik from the year below us in school. And finally about how it all turned out to be a stupid drunken mistake and how he  kicked me out as if I were just an empty paper cup that he had finished with. I felt used.

It took a lot of ice cream and cuddles as well as an unhealthy amount of 'friends' to get to some sort of a coherent stage where I could actually communicate with others without sobbing hysterically but I got there eventually. Stans mum strolled down the stairs in her dressing gown and slippers, still looking quite sleepy but at the same time she looked a bit shocked to see me lying on her couch with her son rubbing soothing circles on my back while we watched 'grown ups'.

"Morning all!"
"Morning mum" Stan called back, barely taking his eyes from the movie.
"Hi Sandra." I rasped quietly.
"Everything ok? You look a bit upset Louis."
"Yeah I'm fine. Boy trouble is all"
"That's says it all! How about some pancakes to recover?"
"Thanks" I croaked back in reply "I'd really love that"
If I can't have zayn, my virginity or my precious damn time back I may as well drown my feelings in Sandra's amazing pancakes.