Forever

Chapter 11

No. No, no, no. What I've done!? I ruined everything!

I can't think clear. Everything is one big blur as I take the first thing I find in my room and throw it to the wall. Smashing sound echoes in my room as I throw my jewelry box to the wall and everything in it spares on the floor.

I always have to ruin everything!

I take my jacket from the hanger and go outside. I can't see Jake anywhere around here. He drove himself.

How am I supposed to find him? I don't even have a fuckin' car. And if I had a car, where would I look for him?

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm calling Zayn. I bet he knows where Jake is.

"Who is it?" he asks, his voice is raspy and sleepy.

"It's Beth. I need your help." I hope he'll help me. I don't know how to find Jake.

"What is it?" he asks. "It's better to be important!" he warns me.

"Jake disappeared. You have to help me find him. Please." if I wasn't such a bitch, this would never happen.

"What? What do you mean 'he disappeared'!?" he yells at me.

"We had a fight and he left. He was really mad. Please, you have to help me find him." I beg him.

"Fuck! Ok, I'm coming, wait for me there." he says and hangs up the phone.

After horrifying ten minutes, his car appears and he waves me to come inside. I seat in the car and he asks me what happened. I explain our fight, leaving out the details of our conversation about him.

"I think I know where he is." he says and five minutes later we pull up at the parking in front of 'Georges!'. "This is where he comes when he wants to run away from the problems."

I spot him the moment we enter the bar. He's sitting at the bar, drinking. I recognize the scent of vodka as we approach him.

"Jake..." he doesn't turn toward me. He finishes his drink and orders the other one.

"What are you doing? You're not allowed to drink alcohol." I hiss. 'Oh please, you tell him! How many times did you get drunk?' my subconscious mocks me.

"It's none of your business! Go away!" he yells, still not looking at me.

"I'm sorry, ok! I didn't mean what I said! Please, don't be mad at me." he doesn't listen to me, he empties his glass and takes another one.

"Jake, listen to me!" I shout at him. I'm really mad at him now. I hate when people ignore me. He knows that.

"You should probably go to him, he's much better listener than I am." he simply says and takes a sip of his drink.

This went to far. I'm not letting him tell me stuff like this.

"Yeah, you're right. That's exactly what I'm going to do." Zayn doesn't say a word, he puts his arm on my shoulder and we walk back to his car.

"Fuck!" I yell and throw my arms in the air in frustration.

"Calm down, he'll be fine. He's always like this when he's angry." Zayn consoles me. I nod and he starts the car.

"Where are we going?" I ask when he passes our house.

"You'll see when we get there." he simply answers and turns on the radio. A few minutes later he parks the car and we get out. I find myself standing in the middle of glade.

"Wow.. This is beautiful." it really is. It's covered in flowers. "Why did we get here?"

"I don't know.. I taught you might like this place." he pulls the blanket out of the trunk and places it on the floor. "Sometimes I sleep in my car, that's why I keep the blanket in my trunk." he says when he sees my confused sight.

We seat down and talk. I don't know how long we were talking, but now I can barely see him. It became too dark. Time passed too fast.

"I should probably take you home. It's really late." he moves to stand up, but I put my hand on his. He looks at me, I can see he's surprised with my gesture.

"Can we stay here? I don't want to go." he stays silent for a moment, but then he nods. I move closer to him, and he hugs me. My heart almost jumps out of my chest when he kisses my lips.

His tongue runs along mine and it feels amazing. I feel scent of mint and his breath smells like cigarettes. He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my neck.

"I've never felt like this about someone.." he whispers through his kiss into my neck and I shudder. "You're different... Special.." I close my eyes. In this moment I really feel special.

I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his jawline. His breathing is deep and heavy.

"My heart never beat so hard... I've never been so nervous about someone..." the words escape my mouth. He smiles and kisses my forehead.

"Are you nervous now?" he asks. I'm not sure... I don't think I am.

"I... I don't..." my ring-tone interrupts me. "I'm sorry. It's probably my aunt." I excuse myself as I pick up the phone.

"Beth, where the hell are you!? We were looking for you everywhere!" Jake shouts at me. His voice is different.

"I'm there where I want to be. Where you told me I should be." smashing sound echoes through the phone. "Jake, what are you doing!?"

"You're with fuckin' Zayn, aren't you!?" I look toward Zayn and he shakes his head 'no'. "Answer me!" he demands.

"It's none of your business where I am!" who does he think he is? He can't tell me what to do.

"Listen to me, Beth. Don't make me come over there and kill him! Tell me where you are, now!" his tone is so serious. I can hear concern in his voice.

"I'm not with Zayn. I went for a walk and got lost. I don't know where I am." I lie. "He left me home after we went out of the bar."

"Tell me where you are, I'll pick you up." he says and I hear the front door closing.

"You're drunk, Jake. I'll take a taxi." I say and hang up the phone.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Zayn helps me stand up and leads me to his car.

"Are you ok?" his hand rests on my knee.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say and keep looking through the window. We're almost home.

"Don't worry about Jake. He just got drunk. Most of the people do that when they are upset." I look at him, his eyes are forced on the road.

"Do you?" I ask and he stays silent for a moment.

"Yeah.. Sometimes, when I'm upset. Or when I'm really happy. Or bored." he answers and we laugh. "Do you?" he repeats my question.

"Yeah, sometimes... When I'm fucked up. Or bored." he laughs and I smile. He's so gorgeous when he's laughing.

In the next moment, we're there. He parks the car a little further away from the house.

"Don't worry about him. He'll be fine." he says and moves his hand toward my cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." he leans toward me and kisses my lips.

"Yeah.. See you tomorrow." I fake a small smile and get out of the car. He gives me a small wave as he drives down the road.

Just a minute later I'm standing in front our house, insecure what to do.

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