What's one more? (sequel to The Cut Only Gets Deeper)

Chapter 16

A/N  Ok so I realize the time frame is a little messed up but Since One Direction are now in their Where We Are Tour (YEAHHH) I wanted to incorporate that into the story.  So it's May 3rd, and they are in Argentina (Where their concert is tomorrow) so sorry if it's confusing.  :)

"Niall! It was amazing!  Like, just, I can't even deal right now!"  I could barley get the words out as I told Niall about the match.  

"Well...good job!  But, I gotta go.  We have a show in an hour and we have sound check now.  I'll call you later.  Ok?"  Niall definitely sounded distant.  

"Ok.  Where are you guys, btw."  I asked, trying to continue talking to my best friend before I had to go be lonely in my apartment for the rest of the night.  Work was before the match, so I don't have anything else to do. 

"We are in Argentina.  Yeah!  I'll be right there.  Sorry Bria.  That was...nevermind.  Uh, I really gotta go!"  Niall explained.  I could almost see his little sorry smile. 

"Ok...Bye Niall."  I hang up before he said goodbye, mad that ever since the tour started, he doesn't have any time to actually talk anymore.  I haven't talked to any of the other boys since I left.  Well, since before Zayn and I broke up actually, but that isn't the point.  I hope they are all doing well, even Zayn.  

I go and plug my phone into the charger, and look around my very empty apartment. All I had in here was some furniture in the living room, bedroom, and kitchen.  It was empty...and quiet. 

"i guess I could go out tonight..." I mumble as I look at the blinking flouresent lights on the stove, telling me it was only 6:23pm.   

Grabbing my laptop, I search local bars and find one that doesn't seem too sleazy.  Copying down the address, I head to the bathroom to shower and get ready. After making sure my legs and armpits were smooth, I get out and ring out my hair.  I head into my room and start looking through my stuff.  I pull out a blue crop top and a pair of capris. Looking at them again, I toss them back into the closet, laughing at my failed attempt to be a cute girly girl for once.  

Instead, I grabbed one of my ripped skinny jeans and a tank that made my boobs look good, and pull it on.  Running my hand through my hair, I sweep it to one side and quickly apply some make up.  

I thought it was quick, but I was wrong. I look at the clock and it is almost 7:15. I pull on pair of sandals and grab my phone, heading out.  I notice I have a text.  Opening it,  I almost drop the phone.  

Zayn:  I hope you are doing well.  I miss you  btw.  Wish me luck on the tour.  :)

First of all, why would i wish you luck?  You completely ruined me for awhile.  I'm finally getting back on my feet and he has the audactity to text me.  Second, he misses me?  Maybe he shouldn't have left me for blonde hoe and drop me before i could say 'hi'.  And finally, he hopes I am doing well?  I would be doing better if we were still together. 

But because I am a good person, i respond.  

me:  umm..goodluck.  

I continue the short walk to the bar and before I knew it, I get a responce.  

Zayn: Thanks.  :)  So whats up. 

what the hell....  

Me:  nothing.

Why the hell is he acting like he did nothing.  We aren't friends.  I have developed a strong feeling of hate for this man.  I need to make sure he knows that there will never be something between us because of what he did before he thinks something else.