Jace

{22}

I set up shop in the hotel room with nothing but the clothes on my back, my phone, and my car keys. I was absolutely livid! But was it weird that after all that, I missed Jace? I wanted her next to me on this fancy cream colored couch I sat on. At the same time however, I wanted her nowhere near me. She was rude she was ignorant, she was over reactive. She was right.

'No!' I scolded myself. 'For once Liam! Hold your ground! Don't give into her! Just because you love her doesn't make her right all the time.'

'Shut up' I told it. What did my subconscious know? When was the last time it got laid? Well....the last time I got laid the girl was drunk and had a pregnancy scare and now I'm in a hotel room because we fought. What does that say about me? I'm pathetic. I sighed, turning on the television and listlessly flipping through channels for something to take my mind off of Jace.

My phone repeatedly buzzed annoyingly on the end table and I picked it up and answered without taking my eyes off of the TV.

"Liam?" It was Zayn, and by his tone of voice, he was on the verge of tears. "You need to get your ass down here right away."

I sat up on the couch suddenly, ignoring the TV. "Why? What's wrong?" There was screaming and smashing sounds in the distance. "Are you ok?"

"It's Jace."

I leaned back, less concerned, and frowned. "Why would I go over there?"

"Because I don't know!" He screamed, making me pull the phone away from my ear a few inches. "Because maybe you can help! You're the only one we can think of to stop her! I don't care that you guys are fighting," his voice changed from angry to exhausted. "You just need to get over here." Another loud crash and screams rung out. "Please?"

"Zayn I..."

"Don't make me beg."

I hesitated. I want to see her so bad. But did she want to see me? Would I just make everything worse? Or would this be the thing that put us back together? I had only been in this hotel for a couple hours and I was already having withdrawals from her. "I'll be over in five minutes."

I hung up before I could change my mind and stuffed my feet into shoes, hurrying out the door and into a taxi. My knee began to bounce up with anxiety. What was Jacelyn doing? After what seemed like ages, I was running up to Zayn who stood outside of the buses with watery eyes.

"What's going on?" Obscenities shattered the peaceful atmosphere in the dark parking lot and then a water cooler was picked up and smashed to the ground. Zayn pointed towards a figure silhouetted in the moonlight who had just thrown the cooler. It was Jace. I started toward her but he placed a soft hand on my shoulder.

"She was calling out for you." My heart snapped and I tore away from his gaze, once again starting toward the screaming figure. She threw a plastic chair so hard that she toppled over her own two feet and fell to the ground sobbing.

"Jace," I said when I approached her.

She looked up at me with her tear streaked face and then her expression turned to a snarl. "Why the fuck are you here?"

She was drunk. "Jacelyn," I said more forcefully.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to you."

"I know you don't," I eased myself onto the ground next to her. "But you have to now."

She looked at me with her eyes filled with such emotion. If only I knew what the emotion was.. She took a deep breath and I expected her to talk to me. I was so stupid.

"You're pathetic Liam." She stood shakily and spat on the ground next to me. "I never want to see you again."

"Jace please!"