Louis’ POV
“Just one pint of Guinness please” I asked the bar maid.
“Sure thing love” she winked.
She leant down to grab the bottle, giving me a full view down her top. She poured the drink into a big glass, pushing it forward to me.
I raised the glass to my lips, taking in the liquid, it burned down my throat as I looked around at the dancing couples. That word. Couples.
I used to be a couple with Marcel.
He promised he would text.
He promised he would call.
He promised he would skype.
He promised he would visit.
But here I was. Broken and single, still gay, but single, up here in London where I hoped he would be, he said England, that could be anywhere, I just hoped with all my heart he was here.
I drank up the whole glass, getting up to dance, thank god my emotions were numbed.
I grinded against another girl, gripping her hips as she swayed in front of me. She turned around, jumping back and gaping wide at me. What did I do?
“LOUIS!” she shouted.
How did she know my name.
“It’s me, Vanessa!” she shouted.
Shit. No way.
I frowned at her, trying to see if it actually was Vanessa. I gasped as I recognised her.
“You look like a whore!” I shouted above the music.
“I know! I’m doing it for fun!” she laughed.
Only Vanessa.
“Zoe’s here too!” she shouted.
“Where?” I asked.
“There!” she pointed over to a slutty girl who was jumping around to the beat.
“No way!” I laughed.
“We decided to dress up as sluts for fun tonight!” she told me.
“What are you doing in London?” I asked her.
“Living here!” she shouted over the music.
Der.
“How are you and Marcel?” she asked.
She must have realised what had happened when my face paled.
“Oh…I’m sorry” she spoke.
“He didn’t even call!” I screamed, tears brimming in my eyes.
“Awh baby” she brought me into her arms, resting my head on her collar bone.
“Hey, you finally got someone!” Zoe shouted at us.
I pulled away looking at Zoe.
“Shit, Louis?! Oh fuck.”
She walked away, blending into the crowd.
“Zoe got even bitchier” Vanessa told me.
I laughed, oh how I miss these two.
“So you want to come back to our apartment?” she asked.
Why not.
“Sure!” I shouted.
