The Beautiful, The Bad, The British |Louis Tomlinson|

Chapter 12

Hayden's P.O.V

I close the car door and lock it. I walk into the coffee shop and my mind drifts to Louis. He has been ignoring me so much lately. Was it something I did?

Woah, wait, what am I saying? Why should I care? We technically aren't even dating. Are we? What's wrong with me? My thoughts stop when I see Niall, Harry, Zayn, Liam, and Paige sitting at a booth in the back.

They see me and signal for me to come over. I hesitantly make my way over there. I was hoping to get some alone time by coming here, but yet again, my plans are ruined.

"Hey, Hayden! Come on, take a seat!" Paige welcomes me and pats the seat next to hers. I take it and give her a fake smile.

"So where's Louis?" Liam asks.

"How should I know?" I roll my eyes.

"You've been with him a lot lately. I just thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong." I snap and take a sip of my coffee. Liam sighs and Paige takes his hand. Harry and Zayn are talking about some football game. Niall is looking right at me.

"What's going on with you and Lou?" He asks for only us to hear.

"Nothing. He hasn't talked to me in what seems like forever."

"That's weird. Maybe he has a good reason?"

"I doubt it."

"Well, I think he's stupid for leading you on like this."

"That makes two of us." I sigh. The door to the shop swings open and Louis walks through with his hands in his pockets. He doesn't look like himself, he's not smiling and he looks so upset. Louis spots our table, but doesn't make eye contact with me. He walks back to us, still not looking at me and takes a seat next to Harry.

"He doesn't look good." Niall whispers to me. I nod my head in agreement. Louis plays with his thumbs and the tension between us is killing me. Why is there tension between us?

"Louis, can I talk to you?" I ask him.

"What?" He asks, seeming to wake up from a daze.

"Can we talk, in private?" I ask. He nods and follows me outside of the shop. Once we get outside, the anger I've been feeling towards him is on the edge of coming out of me.

"What the hell?" I angrily ask.

"What do you mean?" Is he playing stupid?

"What do I mean? You just think you can pop in and out of my life whenever you want to, don't you? You've been completely ignoring me!"

"And?"

"Louis, you keep on leading me on! I can't take this bipolar attitude from you. One day, you can't get enough of me, and the next, you don't want anything to do with me!"

"I-"

"I'm not finished. I refuse to be just another piece in your twisted game. Is that all I am to you? Just another player in your game?" I yell and sit on the bench. I rub my temples, trying to make the stress go away.

How could he do this to me? I'm just another stupid girl to him. I'm no different from Natasha or any of the other girls in his eyes. What did I do to deserve this?

"I can't do this... whatever this is anymore." I look out into the distance.

"I was just going to say the same thing." He walks to his car and climbs in. I watch his car drive away, and wish I could take back the last few weeks of my life.