I was happy when she walked in on me, I wanted her to. For some reason I just couldn't get her out of my head. Maybe it's because she slept in my bed with me last night, or maybe it's just because I miss her like crazy. That must be why I was so tired that night.
Day 5:
I woke up at some point in the day. I looked at the time that said 2 pm. How long was I up last night? Obviously very late cause that's never my usual time when I open my eyes. Since I slept so late, my phones so full of notifications. I scroll through and most of them are comments about how everyone's happy that me and Bristol broke up. If they really knew how I feel, why would they do this. I text that girl that actually loved me and her together. She was nice and I kinda wanna talk to her about our relationship. I need some advice, and since she was the only one who thinks we Should've stayed together that I know of, I go to her.
My day was amazing, until I heard a knock on the door, opened it, and found Bristol standing outside. She sure was beautiful, but I couldn't let that get in the way of my promise with Liam of never talking to her again. I don't know why he hates is together so much. When we were a couple, he always was jealous that we were the cutest people together he's ever seen. Wait, maybe that's just it. Maybe he doesnt wanna be jealous again. All I did was stare at her, which made it even more akward, before she said, "I'd like to have a word with Liam."
I stopped and thought about saying no. Only because I didn't want them to see eachother, which they were most likely doing, I wanted to be the one to see her. Not him, he never would've met her if it wasnt for me.
"What." I say letting her in.
"I Already told you I want to talk to Liam."
If she's gonna be like that, then so will I. "Whatever you have to say to Liam, you can say to me."
"Oh really?" she sasses. "Well I dont think you're gonna wanna hear this."
"I'm sure I can handle it," I start. "I bet it's better than going through the break up of us."
I stop in my tracks because all this time I've convinced her that I was so strong about it, and I just admitted that it wasn't going to well for me. So I play it cool, which usually doesn't work for me.
"Oh yeah? You're having it hard?"
"Yeah. You know, not all men are rough. Some are softies just like women." I begin the coolness.
I should really call that something, like it's my own thing. Call it the "cool swag" or something. What kind of a name is that? It kinda fits the description. Playing everything cool so someone doesnt find out the real truth. Or "cool truth". That sounds like a movie being made in the movie about some stupid high schoolers, who are going through drama about telling one another the truth about what they think about one another.
"What do you want."
"I'm here to give Liam his jacket, and his pants. He left them at my place last night."
"Why did he have his pants off?" I asked getting a bit upset because he's taking his pants off in my ex girlfriend who I still loves's house. What were they doing in there?
"He got really drunk and just left them there I guess." I know she's making this up. She's doing that thing where she doesn't make eye contact. She does that when she lies. I know her too well not to notice.
"Bristol. There's something you aren't telling me about last night. And I need to know. Now."

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FanfictionBristol is a young 20 year old with a big heart. As she was walking across the street, she discovers a really handsome, British band mate named Louis William Tomlinson. Then her whole life changed. But will Aiden, her ex get in the way of everything...