The Story of Our Song ||Laylor||

Chapter 23: Jєαℓσυѕ?

"So let your heart sweet heart be a compass when your lost..."

-Taylor-

By the way his knuckles were gripping the remote so tightly, and by the look on his face, I knew he was mad.

"Lou," I said softly, putting my hand over his. He looked at me and jerked his hand away.

Ouch.

"Louis, calm down, no one knows that it was me," I try to tell him. "I know! I know that it was you and it kills me every time I think about it!" He yells back.

"Taylor is only a friend to me now! I thought we took care of this earlier!" I yell back. I thought we had settled this whole jealous problem back at the arena.

"A friend, who is your ex, and invited you to hang out with him sometime!" He yells back. By now, he's standing up and is pacing back and forth. He is overreacting, I love him and only him.

"Your overreacting!" I yell my thoughts. "I'm overreacting?! Well excu-use me when I witnessed a hug that lasted longer then it should have! He wants you back! I can see it in his eyes," he says the last part softer.

He has me there. I know the hug lasted longer than usual, but it felt good to have his arms around me again.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. No Taylor, don't think like that.

"What? You can't answer because you know it's true," he says, his voice quieting down. "I'm going out," he announces and grabs his keys. He doesn't even bother to grab a jacket before he walks out the door. I groan and sit back down onto the couch.

He's overreacting.

I try to think of the situation from his point of view. I know the hug lasted longer then usual and I now know Louis saw the remorse and regret in Taylor's eyes when he saw Louis' arm snake around my waist.

It's not all his fault. It's partially my fault. I hugged him and I said that we could hang out. I know it looked bad from Louis' perspective, but I really do want to be friends with Taylor again. Just friends, nothing more.

I turn on the TV and flip through some channels as I wait for Louis to come back.

-Louis-

I get into my car and start it. I start to drive down the road.

She couldn't deny it. She knew it was true. What hurts the most is the look on her face when I said the facts. It was guilt.

She has a part of her that still loves him.

I yell into the emptiness of my car and slam the steering wheel with my palm.

Nothing can ever go right between the two of us.

Maybe we aren't meant to be.

I pull into the parking lot of the hole-in-the-wall bar. I get out of my car and shut the door. I lock it before shoving the keys into my pocket.

I enter the bar. It's a whole in the wall, so there isn't anyone here. I'm the only customer. Lovely.

I sit in the bar stool. The bartender turns around from cleaning some cups. "What you having?" He asks, his voice gruff.

I'm alone and broken.

"Shots, keep 'em coming," I tell him and he nods before turning around.

-

Within an hour, I have learned the bartenders name and why he works here.

"Anotherr," I slur. This is the 11th shot. I'm planning on going till I know I'm about to pass out. But I'll stop before I actually pass out.