Unsure

Chapter 39

Justin's POV:

"Mia." She replies smiling before turning to order her drink and then back to me again. "So you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here alone?" 

I sigh and down the remainder of the whiskey that fills my cup before ordering another one. I run my fingers through my hair and take in Mia's appearance. She's very pretty, with long brunette hair that has been thickly curled, almost reaching the end of her back. Her face seems to be naturally pretty and she seems to be wearing a little makeup, not much. I smile at the fact she came to a bar with no make up, obviously not caring whether she'd end up seeing anyone she knew or not. 

"What are you thinking?" She asks curiously, looking deeply into my eyes. She reminds me a lot of Bella, especially asking questions like that. Always wanting to know more.. I shrug.

"Nothing." I reply and she rolls her eyes. 

"So where are you from? America?" It seems the billionth person asks. 

"Canada." I reply shortly before sipping my second drink. "Obviously you're from London." She chuckles and downs the remainder of her drink. 

"So why England, then?" She asks and I place my now empty glass back down on the bar, the alcohol finally beginning to relax and warm my stressed out and exhausted body. 

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Bella's POV:

Zayn and I sit in silence through the entire drive home, me staring aimlessly out of the window. I start to think about how tonight could have gone had Justin and I not gone to the party, if we'd stayed at home.. But I'm sadly thrown back to reality as I realize Tiffany would have told him anyway, the next chance she got. I hate Tiffany. I didn't care for her when I first met her and I absolutely despise her now. Her main aim is to tear my life appart and although I'm sad for Zayn that he lost his relationship I guess I'm also glad, and I'm glad for two reasons. The first is because she doesn't deserve someone as perfect as him, and the second is because I don't want anyone else to have him. 

There, I said it. I still love Zayn even though I shouldn't but that doesn't mean I love Justin any less. I made my decision to stick by Justin but when I'm so intoxicated and have the opportunity of having Zayn I can't seem to resist. And I hate myself for it. I really hate myself for it. 

We pull up in the car park and Zayn climbs out before opening the door for me and walking me to the residence halls to his dorm. I really shouldn't stay in here tonight considering this is the only place that Justin has to come back to but I have nowhere else to go and when I suggested staying in the student hotel Zayn protested and told me I was welcome to stay in their dorm and he wouldn't take no for an answer. 

I walk awkwardly and slowly into the dorm and sit on the end of Justin's bed, not really knowing how this is going to work. I guess I'll have to sleep on the floor. I search in Justin's closet for a spare cover or blanket and find a couple of blankets before laying them out on the floor. Zayn walks out of the bathroom topless, scratching his head and raising an eyebrow at me. 

"What are you doing?" He chuckles, confusion clear in his voice and I join him in laughter. 

"Making myself a bed." I inform him and steal on of his pillows, giggling and holding it far away from him as he tries to get it back from me but gives up in defeat. 

"Are you sure you're okay sleeping on the floor? You can sleep in my bed if you want and I'll-"

"No." I cut him off. "I'm fine. I don't want Justin to be any more pissed at me than he already is. If he comes home and I'm in your bed who knows what will happen." I half laugh, knowing that I'm really not joking.