Travelling With Tomlinson (ABP sequel)

4. The Fight

~3 weeks later~

Ariana's POV

I sat on the couch, studying. I know it's boring but my tutor, Nash, was sitting by my side, with his calculator in his hand.

He was an average Australian 21 year old, bright blue eyes and his brunette hair was spiked up with gel. He wasn't geeky or sporty. He was sort of in the middle.

I leaned back and sunk into the couch. Louis went out to spend time with Harry and Koko was out jogging.

"I'm so bored Nash! Can we order pizza?" I groaned.

"Sure, I'll call Tony's Diner!" His Australian accent was thick, but cheery.

He walked out of the room and dialled the number. I turned on the TV and watched something called 'The Fosters"

Then Nash walked back into the living area and plopped on the couch. He smiled widely at me and then watched the TV.

~*~

The doorbell rang and I hopped up to get it.

It was the pizza guy.

"Hey! Thanks, keep the change." I said.

"Thanks." He replied and then left.

I brought the pizza into the living area and placed it on the coffee table. Then I closed the blinds and turned on 'Jack and Jill'.

We were only eating for a minute or two when Nash's arm reached over my shoulder. I didn't mind though, we're only friends.

"I'm doing this in a friendly like way." He laughed nervously. I just nodded in response, well because my mouth was filled with pepperoni pizza. Then Louis walked into the flat.

His eyes were glued to the two of us. Anger and confusion filled his sweet eyes.

I popped up from the couch, knocking pizza down my shirt.

"Louis, I swear it's not what it looks like!" I ran over in front of him.

"Then how did I just walk in on you two watching a romantic comedy movie, eating pizza and in a dark room?" He yelled in frustration.

"But it's not! Im not inlove with Nash! He's my tutor. Right Nash?!" I looked at him.

"Hey, you were the one trying to kiss me!" He pointed out. How could he be so evil.

"So, it is true!" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's not! He's lying!" My eyes filled with tears.

"Yeah? Who do I believe?" His eyes widen.

"So you'd rather believe a stranger?" The tears fell from my blurry eyes.

"He looks like he's telling the truth." Louis points at the slightly grinning Nash on the couch.

"Get out." He whispered. I could tell his voice was cracking.

"What?" I choked on my own saliva.

"Get. The fuck. Out." His fists were clenched and his eyes lay upon Nash.

I stormed out of the room and outside into the rain. I pulled my hood up and shoved my hands into my pockets.

The rainwater and my warm tears mixed on my face. I felt so useless and weak. I tried multiple times to avoid the puddles on the sidewalk but failed miserably on all efforts. My hair stuck to my head like a wet stringy mop. The water was in my shoes and squelching in my socks as I walked.

I walked straight into an alley and hung my head low. All I could see was the street lights that lit at the end of the passage and the rain drops falling. My eyes stung from crying. The only sound filling the air was my quiet sobs. Somehow I tripped over something and fell onto smashed glass. I winced at the pain. Then I felt relieved, I didn't know how or why, I just felt like I knew the feeling of the pain passing through my body. When I looked down, I realised a sharp piece of glass had slit my leg. The rain smashed off it, turning the red liquid a bright pink. My lips formed into a smile as I watched the blood flow down my dripping leg.

I snatched the piece of glass off the concrete and stared at my wrist. If I'm going to do this again, might as well do it now.

3 years of being clean from cutting. My scars finally started healing. Until tonight there'll be plenty of new ones. 3 fucking years. 3 clean years and now it's ruined because of Louis Tomlinson.