The Story of Our Song ||Laylor||

Chapter 24: Dead Mєαт

"Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough. Just a second we're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again..."

-Louis-

"I think I still love Eleanor," I say and Jess raises her eyebrows. "Your dead meat," she states. Geez, this girl really knows how to get on my nerves.

"I know that," I tell her and put my head in my hands. "Are you sure you still love her?" Jess asks. I groan. "I don't know. It's just whenever I think about our time together, I just get this smile on my face and I feel the love I feel or felt towards her. It still feels like it's there, you know?" I explain my thoughts to Jess.

"Yeah, I know, sort of. Louis, are you sure you don't love your time with her. It's the same thing with Taylor. She loves the time she had with Lautner, but she doesn't love him anymore. Are you sure it's not the same with you?" She asks. Man, this girl looks so badass, yet she can be real deep.

"Your right, Jess. I think that I love the time I had with her, and not herself. I love Taylor now," I say and Jess smiles. "There ya go!" She says and slaps my back, hard. "Thanks," I grunt and sigh. I'm really lightheaded and I'm gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

I check my phone. It's 2:17 am. There's been no calls or texts from Tay. Maybe she just wanted to give me space. I realize I'm staring at my lock screen. The picture is of me and Tay. She was pulling a cute face and I tilted my head to kiss her cheek. Harry had snapped the picture and set it as my background in a matter of two seconds, I swear.

I unlock my phone and enter the password, only to have it be ripped out of my grasp. "Hey!" I yell at my attacker. Jess laughs. "Relax. I'm just entering my number into your phone. When your in some more deep shit, just call me. Think of me as, your midnight bestie," she says and I roll my eyes.

She enters her number and sends herself a text. I grab my phone back as soon as she's done. She laughs and rolls her eyes. I smile and snap a picture of her and set it as the contact picture. She's in the middle of rolling her eyes and her mouth is open. Such an attractive picture. Insert sarcasm.

She smacks me again. "Ow! You've gotta stop doing that!" I tell her. She just laughs and I get out of the stool. I wobble a little and Jess laughs....again. "Little tipsy, huh?" She asks.

I roll my eyes and stumble towards the door. It's gonna be fun driving home. Good thing I live like 5 minutes away.

I hear voices and see Jess handing the bartender money. "Your welcome for paying for your booze!" She yells when she notices me looking.

I smile and turn around again. I walk outside and the cold air hits me. I forgot to bring a jacket.

I hear footsteps behind me. "C'mon ape, we gotta get you home," Jess says and I roll my eyes. "Who says your driving?" I ask. "Well if ya don't wanna get arrested I suggest you let me drive, idiot," she says and I nod.

I dig into my pocket and get the keys. I toss them to her and she unlocks the car. I get into the passenger seat. "Buckle up!" She says in a sarcastic, cheery voice.

I roll my eyes for the millionth time and buckle up. She starts the car and pulls onto the street. I give her directions, and it's a miracle she understands, since I'm slurring so much.

We pull up to my house and we both get out. "How're you gonna get home?" I ask her. "There's a little thing called walking, ever heard of it, pop star?" She asks. I roll my eyes and she tosses me my keys back. I fumble with them, but eventually have a grip on them.

"Now get your ass in there and apologize to your girl, ape," she says. "Don't get kidnapped," I tell her. "Don't get dumped," she shoots back. I enjoy her sass. I turn around and smile to myself.