T.D.Z (B3 of the Rebel Payne Series)

Chapter 23

~Louis' POV~

It's been a month. Actually, a month and a couple weeks. and Liam and Zayn won't even look at me. every time our eyes did meet, theirs would be filled with disgust and hate.

I really fucking screwed up. what sucks is it's a few weeks from Christmas. we all have the holidays off and the boys are all spending a week with their families then going to see Avril for the next two weeks with their girlfriends.

Each day i'm feeling worse and worse about myself. and Liam and Zayn's constant glares don't help. But from what i've heard, Avril's doing great. Her and the band are doing good, they've already played two sold out concerts. they're even starting a tour soon.

I wish i could go back in time, just to fix everything. To slap myself hard across the face so i wouldn't have cheated. so i wouldn't jump to conclusions and talk to her about it.

"Zayn?" I asked looking up. he was the only person in the room with me.

He just ignored me. "Zayn, please. i really am sorry for what i did. please talk to me." i said. "Zayn?"

"What!" he snapped at me.

"I.... i know what i did was stupid-"

"Very stupid." he cut me off.

"Very stupid" i said. "but I'm sorry. I'm beating myself up over what i did to Av. and I hate myself for it. i have never done something so idiotic and i truly do regret it."

"I shouldn't be the one your apologizing to." he said.

"I know. but i've tried. i've called her over a hundred times. she won't answer." i said.

"Well that's not my problem." he said about to walk off.

"Zayn please." i said. "please talk to Avril for me. i know we probably have no chance of getting back together. But i at least want to be her friend again."

He sighed. "fine, i'll talk to her. but no promises that you'll hear something from her."

I smiled at him. "thank you Zayn." i said.

~Avril's POV~

"You know, if someone had told me fame would be this annoying years ago, i would've said no." i said closing the front door.

"Well everything comes with a consequence." Dylan shrugged

"Yeah, but couldn't Ryan find someone any BETTER to manage us. all they nag about is our image, how perfect we have to be. they treat us like fucking robots." i rolled my eyes pulling out a cig. I placed it between my lips and lit it.

I am honestly tired of managements bullshit. in our meeting today they told us that our tattoos would give us a bad image and we should either get them removed or cover them up.

They are so damn controlling. but there is no way in hell that i'm doing that. our band name is T.D.Z. short for Teen Destruction Zone! the tattoos make our band look better if anything.

Then they started talking about us smoking, clubbing, drinking and all this other shit they think can affect our career. they basically want us to be this perfect band.

I'm not trying to be a bitch or anything, but who fucking cares? it's about the music for me, and honestly they're ruining it for me. We had many fans before we were actually famous, and we'll still have our fans now. regardless on how we look.

"So did you guys buy any Christmas gifts yet?" asked David.

"Nope." we both said popping the 'p'.