Louis' P.O.V.
I am sitting in my boring old flat, scrolling through twitter. Some crazy fans here and there. A little bit of hate, but that's normal.
But one caught my eye.
@LouisLover123: @Louis_Tomlinson you have changed so much! What happened to you? I don't fucking like it.
I don't know what she means, I'm totally fine.
My head snapped up to the ring of the doorbell. I huffed and got up. Who the fuck is it? I opened the door and immediately saw who it was.
Perrie Edwards. Well, Perrie Malik. Great.
Zayn's wife.
To be honest, I never liked her. She is so freaking fake. I don't even know why Zayn likes her. Maybe to hook up with her, I don't know for gods sake.
"What do you want?" I harshly said. She winced and looked down.
"W-well um..Zayn told me to pick up his jacket here..he left it," She said quietly.
I sighed and let her in. I looked aorund and tried to see Zayn's jacket.
Ah, I see his black leather jacket. I took it and chucked it at Perrie. I pushed her out of my flat and slammed the door in her face.
I sat on my couch and thought that maybe she'll tell Zayn. Nah, she's too scared of me. If she did though, I will beat her ass up. She deserves it for being such a bitch for all these years.
I sighed and look at the clock. 11:26. Damn, Perrie was here late.
I ot up and walked to my room. I quickly changed into my pajamas and fell into bed. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to go to sleep.
Perrie's P.O.V.
Wow, what a dick that Louis is I thought while driving my car back to Zayn's house.
It's a long ride to Louis' house and back to Zayn's house. But I'll do anything for him. But why can't he just get it for himself tommorrow or something? I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and went back to driving.
In about thirty minutes, I was back at Zayn's house.
I opened the front dorr with a key Zayn gave me and was immediately engulfed in loud obnoxious moaning.
"Zayn!" I called out. No answer. I still heard moaning.
I went upstairs to our shared room. I opened the door and could not believe what I saw.
Zayn fucking a skinny ass hooker.
"Learn to lock your door, asshole," and then I ran out of his house.
He didn't even call for me. Does he not like me that much? Is he too interested into that bitch?
I got into my car and dialled Jade's number. After a few seconds, she answered tiredly.
"Perrie, what do you want this late?" Jade asked groggily.
"Jade, can I stay with you tonight?" I asked. I realized I had no tears. Hah, i didn't feel bad. Fuck you Zayn. I threw the ring out of my car window. That hoe can have it.
"Sure, just explain at my house," Jade answered back.
"Thank you so much," I said back.
Jade replied with a, "Yep, bye." and hung up.
I sped my car to Jade's house. Goodbye Zayn!
