13. Oh Shit

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Song to listen to > Love Like War by: All Time Low ft. Vic Fuentes

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Florence's Point of View

I sat upstairs on my bed and hugged a pillow to my body, letting the tears silently stream down my face. I hate the fact that Zayn is back. I started to develop feelings for Liam, but now that Zayn is back my feelings are all jumbled up.

I guess I was crying really bad at this thought because soon I became nauseous and had the urge to throw up. I sprang off the bed and ran into the bathroom where I threw the toilet seat up, puking out the whatever was in my stomach.

When I finished throwing up I sat up onto my bum and scratched my head. I quickly stood up and brushed my nappy hair and cleaned out my mouth with some wash.

I made my way back downstairs to find Louis, Harry and Liam watching TV while Cora and Niall played with Evelyn on the loveseat. I smiled at the sight of Evelyn, but it altered when I thought about Zayn.

"Where's Zayn?" I asked aloud.

"Marc called him, he had to go. Marc is such a douche," Louis said through gritted teeth. I nodded my head agreeing with him.

It still doesn't change the fact that he had cheated on you. My mind raced.

I shook my head at the thought and went into the kitchen to take my birth control. I pop one pill from the packet and swallow it dry, putting the packet back into the medicine cupboard.

"Hey girlie."

I turn around to see Cora walking into the kitchen, her smile illuminating the room. I still need to talk to her about being overly happy, she just doesn't seem right.

"Cora? Can I ask you a serious question?" I asked her, leaning onto the island that is in the middle of the kitchen.

"Sure," Her voice rang, as she sat down at the island.

"Why have you been so, overly happy since you got out of the hospital? I asked her. Her smile faded and she started tucking her hair behind her ears, something she always does when she's nervous.

"I um, I don't know what you're talking about Florence. I'm perfectly fine," She stammered.

"I know my best friend; I know something is wrong with you Cora. Tell me."

"Nothing is wrong! Just stop talking about it, OK?" She said loudly, stomping off upstairs. I huffed and went into the living room, taking Evelyn from Niall and grabbing a baby blanket to put over my chest as I feed Evelyn. My boobs have been getting increasingly larger, but I guess it's from the medication I'm taking to breastfeed Evelyn. Right?

When I finished feeding her I pulled my shirt back up and set Evelyn over my shoulder to try and burp her. I successfully did and looked up to see the boys' watching me. I lifted and eyebrow at them and they quickly diverted their gazes back to the tele.

Weirdos.

"Ugh, I feel like shit," I complained to Liam as I finished packing my suitcase. It's been approximately a week and we are all leaving to start tour. The boys' will just be rehearsing for now though and shows will start sometime in late April.

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