White Rose

Chapter 25

When I first entered the gay bar, I was ready to get back in my car, turn around, go home, and just cry myself to sleep... but then I saw the alcohol, the drugs, and the dancers and thought I'd stay. What's the worse that could happen?

So here I am now, partying away, taking drugs, and drinking alcohol like it's water.

I'm trying not to think of Louis because who needs him? He has a girlfriend now. He's moved on. He doesn't matter to me now because I never truly mattered to him. I was just some project of his. That's the truth. That's the only reason he wanted to be friends with me. He just wanted a success story of turning a church boy nerd into a party douche bag.

I guess it worked.

He got his way... he won. In the end, I think this was his way to truly torture me. He didn't like me from the start. He wanted to end me and I think now, he finally reached his goal. I'm ended. He truly crushed my spirit and my heart.

Louis used me. He took me, made me his friend, made me care about him, made me love him, made me loose myself to him, and then he left me.

I think he's evil.

I really do.

What kind of person would do that?

And then there's Zayn.

Zayn took me under his wing as well as Louis and he destroyed me, maybe not in as big of a way, but nevertheless, still destroyed me. Mostly my confidence in relationships.

I mean, Zayn KNEW Taylor cheated on me and knew how crushed I was. He knew how much I "loved" her and knew how much she meant to me at the time... how hurt I was when she cheated on me AND THEN HE GOES AND TURNS AROUND AND DOES IT TO ME! HE TURNS AROUND AND CHEATS ON ME TOO!

Does no one in this world know how to be good to another human being?

I mean, what the actual fuck?

Do I just have a sign on my head that says "hurt me, I like being hurt"? No. I don't. Never have I. So, everyone can go and just fuck off. I'm tired of everyone. I'm tired of Taylor and Calvin, I'm tired of Louis and his girlfriend, and I'm tired of Liam and Zayn.

Just then, Zayn called me.

I hit ignore.

I need another drink, so I went up to the bar and got another.

I downed it quick.

"An-another?" I asked.

I got another and when I was about to down it, Zayn called again.

I hit ignore.

So, I then downed my drink like I planed.

Zayn called me again.

I hit ignore again.

I'm not in the mood to talk to him.

I know it's about his things that I was supposed to give him tonight, but he can fucking wait. He cheated on me, so that gives me a pass to be a dick to him. He deserves to be ignored... but by the literal twentieth call, I got annoyed and so did my dance partner.

"One sec." I smiled and kissed the strangers lips. "Let me answer this asshole."

The guy smiled at me and then smacked my ass as I walked away.

I laughed and then stepped outside to answer the call.

"Fucking what?" I answered.

"Harry-" Zayn started, but I cut him off.

"-If it's about your clothes, I got busy tonight. I'll drop them off in the morning Zayn."

"It's not about that, Harry look-" he tried, but I cut him off again.

"-Then if it's about us, fuck off. I don't care. You cheated on me and I don't care to talk to you and get back together with you. Now, goodnight and don't ever call me again." I spoke and was about to hang up, but before I could take the phone away from my ear, Zayn yelled, "It's Louis!"

"What about Louis?" I asked.

"He's in the hospital."

"What?" I asked panicked. "Why?"

"There's been an accident."

And right then, the drugs kicked in, and I collapsed.

END OF BOOK ONE

This is just the end of the first book. Yes there will be a second one.

The next book is called Coma White. It will be published soon.

Be on the look out! Thanks for reading White Rose!