I Know It's You (One Direction: Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 19

Louis' POV

I drove pass trees swaying to the wind of an incoming rain. The gray hue of the sky match the condition of my mind right now; I am clouded.

I try, and try, and try to push away those thoughts concerning about them.

I know she wouldn't do anything bad with Niall.

What am I thinking? I'm getting jealous of them. She's not mine, I'm not hers. But why am I feeling this way?

The sky start to unleash its tears. Sometimes I envy it. They will bear anything, getting heavier, and heavier. It'll scream, wreaking thunder everywhere.

I pull my car over a parking lot near a pub. The rooms was lit by different lights. It is only 11:00 am so there no much people here.

The stench of alcohol and sweat from random people that went here last night. I sat on one of the bar stool in the far right.

"What's yours, love?", a girl assisting in the bar said. Her face is filled with make-up, like she's wearing a mask or something.

I just stare at her for awhile, studying her features. She batted her make-up-loaded eyes. Trying to flirt with me, eh?

" A pint of beer, please", I said looking at the countertop instead.

"Sure babe", she said, then wink purposely. Ugh, she's so desperate. Not unlike...her. But she is the reason why I am here. She is the reason why I am wasting myself with this beer. I want to forget her, but that will mean that I'm weak. That I can't fight my love for her.

But, what if she doesn't love me, or at least like me...at all. That this thing is damn one-sided.

When I saw her and Niall in the hospital room, they look perfect. They look...ugh I hate myself.

I've tried to just ignore it. But every time I hide it, it just keep lurking back, making me broken inside.

My what ifs keeps on returning.

My trance was cut off when I heard a clink of the mug hitting the countertop.

" Thanks", I mouthed her. I'm not into talking now. I need to forget, as I've said before.

I first took a sip of my beer. Allowing the familiar liquid linger inside my mouth. It sends warmth in my throat, leaving me satisfied. I start chugging it, but before I make it half of the mug, I was, again, cut off.

"Easy there, Lou", a familiar accent said to me. Zayn.

He sat beside me and order a pint too. Now this is weird, Zayn seldom drink. Except if there's a big...problem.

What happened to him and Perrie?

As he was about to drink, I grab his hand making his beer spill a little. " What's wrong mate?".

I let go of his hand then put in on my lap. I sip from my mug and look back at him, waiting for an answer.

"I...we...Perrie", he said in between sip of his liquor.

" Sorry, I can't understand you", I scratch the back of my neck.

He gulp a couple of his drink and put it back on it's mug pad. "I don't know what to do with Perrie now. Last Friday she was drunk. I knew why. But she seems fine, I hug her when she slept but she shrugged it. I do not know if, if she still love me".

He look into my eyes, finding any answer for why it has to happen to him. To them. His eyes were stained with sorrow, making his bright brown eyes gloom.

I want to tell him it's gonna be okay, I know I need to. But I just can't because I do not know what they have been through.

I pat his shoulder and nodded. Giving him a sympathetic look.

After I finished my one and a half drink (yup I ordered another one), I felt woozy. My vision blending with the dim lights of this now filled pub.

I put £24 near my empty mug and stand. I took a step but I stumble on a nearby chair. Before I could fall Zayn catch me by the arm.

"I bet you can't drive", he chuckled as he drape my arms onto his shoulder as we make our way outside.

Zayn's POV

Cool breeze hit my face when we went outside the pub. Louis' arm still on my shoulder. We walk towards the parking lot to my car. I picked my pace up because it is starting to drizzle, and not soon after the sky will cry.

Since Louis can't drive, I'll be the one to drive, using my car. Maybe I'll text someone who will get his car. I open the door to the passenger seat and let him in. When he's inside, I close it and head to the other side.

I turn the ignition and the car roars to life. I open the heater as the temperature starts to drop. I pulled over the parking lot and head into the road.

The rain is finally pouring down, hitting against the windows. Louis was now relaxed, his head resting there. Swaying occasionally during every turn. Not unlike awhile ago he keeps on whimpering. Murmuring random words.

I'm worthless...no one love me...Julie...Julie

Now I know. He like, no he love Julie so much that he's hurting himself. Half of me is saying he's just drunk, but part of me says it is real. Well, they say a beer can spill ones secret, can't it? But one thing for sure, he's not worthless and lots of people loves him, at least the boys and I. Maybe Julie's confuse with her feelings, that she's still trying to figure things out. Louis should be patient. He should wait until every thing comes to it's perfect place.

I think I'm now confused

Heya guys. New chapter came. Yehey! By the way I was making a draft of a Larry fanfic lately, what do you think of it? And about the beer, I don't really know how much that cost, so yeah.

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K