Closer

Apologies

"I never should've said what I did and I'm so sorry but my feelings are too strong to just ignore them" he told me as we sat in the smoking area, him taking long drags from his cigarette while I inhaled the remainder of the lingering smoke and ash.
"Sorry doesn't just magically fix everything Zayn. You took something from me that i will never get back and then you kick me out of your car looking like a complete wānker in the middle of some drug addicts paradise of a car park. What part of that is ok?"
"None of it. No one deserves that treatment Louis."
"Just let that sink in" I mumbled, knocking back the last pungent mouthful of the strong tasting liquid.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
I rose to my feet, slamming the dirty glass onto the table and went to walk through the thick clouds of smoke before being pulled back by a much stronger force. The hurricane of emotions that is zayn Malik.
His eyes were such an enticing shade of brown as I stared into them, almost forgetting my anger. "At least let me
make it up to you Lewis"
"I obviously mean the world to you if you don't even know my name." And finally my legs did their job and carried me far far away from that douche.

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New message: I'm sorry babe, where are you? We need to talk...

New message: Louis please answer

New message: cmon, I genuinely want to be friends, just answer me.

New message: if you just send me one message I'll leave you alone...

Those pesky vibrations just wouldn't stop. Each time it jingled against my leg, the urge to leave the damn piece of plastic on a random table became stronger and stronger but I just couldn't afford a new one...... and I've got too many ace screenshots of my friends on it to ever let it go.
Instead I just switched it off, leaving it fall into my jeans pocket as Ciara Walker from my English class tried to strike up conversation by talking about Sylvia Plath; the ultimate turn off. The only positive is the absolutely sick tunes being amplified around the hit, sweaty club.
It was all fine until a single finger tapped my shoulder. The same finger that had typed all 11 of those cringey text messages.
"Found you" he smirked, those luscious brown orbs melting my resolve.
"Of course you did..." I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose and leaving out a desperate sigh. There's no escape.
"Come 'ere.. We need to talk" he slurred, making me laugh as he almost fell over his own leg. Dammit Louis don't lead him on... But it was too late. One thing lead to another. Drink, drink, drink, drink, taxi, his room, bed, round two.