ANTI ♕ Sebastian Stan [1]

1.26 ; real life

Anya sighed, dialing the number in her phone before putting it to her ear. It rang a few times before Penelope answered.

"Hello?" She asked, loud music playing in the background.

Anya sniffled, rubbing her nose. She poured the rest of the wine in the bottom of the bottle out into a glass. "Hey, it's me."

"What's wrong?" Penelope asked, pressing her finger against her ear so she could hear better.

Anya shook her head, "Nothing, nothing. Seb and I had a fight and Zayn's been ignoring me for a couple of days. Can you come over?"

"Uh, I kinda can't right now, Anya."

"What?" She asked, getting up from the couch.

"Me and Chris are out right now," Penelope replied. Anya opened the refridgerator, grabbing another bottle of wine. She opened the bottle, pouring the liquid into a glass. "Oh okay."

"You should know, Sebastian's here too."

"What?!"

"Chris invited him and Idina for a double date, I didn't even know until we already left," Penelope explained.

Anya rolled her eyes, pouring another glass of wine. "I gotta go. Have fun." Anya hung up, opening the iMessage app.

anya💕💖; hey

zayn❤; hi

anya💕💖;
i'm surprised you actually answered lol
wanna come over?
i've had like two bottles of wine and i dont wanna watch oitnb by myself

zayn❤; anya
we need to talk

anya; uh
ok

zayn❤; i think we
should break up

anya; what? why?
did i do something?

zayn; no.
its not you

anya; if you give me that
"it wasnt you it was me" speech i swear to god

zayn; it just feels like
you arent over sebastian.
its obvious you have feelings for him.

anya; over sebastian?
we were never together

zayn; you didn't deny having feelings for him.

anya; it shouldn't matter if i have feelings for him.
i love you.
zayn are you fucking serious
zayn please
read 10:08 p.m.

Anya threw her phone down on the counter in frustation. She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the lump in her throat forming. She never felt more alone then she did right now.

"Fuck," she mumbled, looking at her car keys sitting on the kitchen table. She took one last sip of her wine before grabbing them and her coat, letting the door slam behind her.