Disguise♔ z.m

Twenty Eight

Looking at the brink of the glass standing right in front of me, I focus on my hot breath forming on the surface, the condensed droplets trickling down to the base of the glass. I hear cheering and chants, but I am not stable enough to process through what just happened. I grab the glass and take my last shot, getting up and scurrying away with my thoughtful mind and hot skin. I hear my trails being followed by questions of where I was going to, but I wave at them, with no eye contact whatsoever, and squeeze through the unbelievable amount of people standing tightly. I bump into a few shoulders and ignore the "What's up, good lookin'?" questions.

Once I finally get a grip of the door handle, I pull it open and rush out, immediately getting greeted by the cold wind which made me regret not bringing a jacket along with me. Running my hands through my hair, the sight of Liam and Elle kissing keeps re-playing, and it's driving me crazy. I look insane standing by a pub, and hyperventilating, but my life does not concern the couple of people passing by. I sway from side to side and hook my hand over anything strong to stop myself from falling. I feel bile rise up my throat, and my head begins to spin every time I remember Liam's smile after his kissing session. Content rises up my throat, and for a moment, I don't know whether I have to lean towards the massive bin or vomit all over the concrete. My head continues to spin, blurring my vision. I hear the door open and briefly see a male with a denim jacket appear. I notice that same guy rush back in, as though he was running for his life. My hands weaken and I place my both hands this time on the big bin. Soon enough, I feel a gentle touch on my back and a cold substance on my upper arm. The content rises up my throat again and out of my mouth. The feeling is horrid and I am sure the view is, as well, but that was the last thing on my mind. The gentle touch turns into slow rubs, and the cold substance beside my arm, turns into a soft peck on my skin.

"Let it out," he keeps repeating as he pushes my hair to my side to stop my hair from getting dirty.

I nod and shut my eyes tightly, hoping I won't go for another round, but as the gods decided to mess with my life, I go for several rounds and when I am finally finished with the gagging and throwing up, I remove my both hands from the bin. I feel disgusted with myself, and when my eye sight actually adjusts, I see Zayn with a worried face expression. This couldn't get any more embarrassing.

He hands me tissues with no words exchanged, and I accept, simply rubbing it against my mouth to remove the filthy remaining. I cringe when I remember the way her lips molded into his, when it was supposed to be only mine that could do that perfectly. He hands me the bottle of water, and as I tilt my head back and gulp down the cool liquid, he rubs my back and tries comforting me, though he still hasn't said a word. My lips tremble as I dispose the tissues and the bottle. I play with my feet and the tears were threatening to spill out. It felt horrible knowing my boyfriend, the man I lost my virginity to, had kissed another girl. I thought I was his only one. I refer my mind to the day I told him he'd get bored and leave, and he promised not to because he liked me too much.

"It's okay," I understood Zayn did not know how to handle an emotional female, but the way he held me now, was just perfect. I wept onto his shirt and he held me tighter with every passing second. The cold I felt earlier, had faded off when some parts of our skin came in contact.

"What's happening?" A familiar voice sounds from behind. I was too tired to look up, but with my will, I did, and my eyes met Liam's. Zayn pulls away and stands by my side.

"She threw up, and I came here to help her," Zayn explains peacefully. The cold had come again, and I was shivering from fear and dizziness.

"Thanks," Liam mumbles.

"Should I take her home?" He asks Liam.

"It's fine, I can handle it," He replies sharply.

"Will you be able?" I ask Zayn, since he was standing close to me and I knew it would drive Liam insane. On the other hand, it won't because, if he expected me not to get crossed with him for kissing someone else's girlfriend, he'd rather stop being stupid.