Lost for You

Chapter 11

I get up from my bed and my head immediately hurts like hell. Images from last night begin to flood my memories. Red cups, tall sluts, loud music, flashing lights, the boys, random people, red lips, long legs, curvy waist… Jamie! Evil eyes, more drink, sore head, small chair, cheering, yelling, blue eyes, sadness. The whole night slowly pieces back together in my mind and I remember what happened. Olivia spiked my fucking drink and something happened to Jamie, she was upset for some reason.

Louis and Niall are up and the place is already half clean.

“You alright this morning?” Louis asks as I walk into the lounge holding my head as it continues to throb.

“I feel like shit” I say slumping down on one of the couches.

“Well you would with all the alcohol you had. Especially after that two face bitch spiked your drink!” he says angrily.

I can’t believe she spiked my fucking drink! I know she’s a deceiving crazy bitch but I never thought she’d go that low. For all I care she can fuck off right back to that stupid Tony guy she came from. I’m sure he’ll be glad to have her back after she pretty much left him for me. The fact that she even did that for makes me sick. I would have never done anything like that for her, we weren’t even going into a serious relationship. We were just friends with benefits if you’d even call it that. She wanted me just to be hers but I refused. I hate committing and belonging to one person cause I know I like to mess about, so what’s the point when you can have loads of sex with no drama? Even though Olivia and I weren’t in a relationship, I found myself slowly getting with less and less girls until eventually I only slept with her... all the time. Maybe it’s because she was so easy to get in the sack whenever I wanted. Louis never liked Olivia, not since the first time I introduced the two of them has he ever given her the time of day. He told me he’d seen her at parties before and he knew she was trouble, as well as a skank.

“Olivia is one obsessed bitch and I hate to say it but I told you so. Just like I try to tell you about everything. I can only help you so much mate.” He shrugs jokingly.

“I know. Thanks for helping me last night” I say as the memory of him dragging me to my room last night comes back to me.

“That’s all good man. I kicked her out as soon as I took you to your room and told her never to come near any of us again. She through a huge hissy fit, talking about how it's a party and you had to loosen up cause you'd been acting strange ever since Jamie came around."

“Do you know what happened to Jamie?” I ask and it’s Niall who speaks up now.

“She got her brother to come pick her up. Lauren went with her too.”

“Why’d she go home?” I ask, wanting to find out what made her so upset.

“You’re kidding me right?” Niall almost laughs but I stay silent. “She left because of your little dirty dancing performance with Olivia” he finishes.

“What? Why?” I ask with a poker face trying to act like I don't care, even though I can feel the guilt inside me. I did lead Jamie on, only to go receive a lap dance right in front of her. I lead my best friend on and now she’s probably just as confused as I am.

“Maybe because you were almost on top of each other in the kitchen 20 minutes before that. Then she walks around the corner to see your face planted between Olivia’s lack of boobs. I’m no cupid myself mate, but I’ve never seen a girls face look so hurt before”. Louis says, seriousness clear in his voice.

So I was right. It was my fault she looked so hurt. I always use to play around with girls like this and I didn’t really give a shit. But this is different, this is my Jamie.