*Kalel's PoV*
I drove with tears puddling in my eyes. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. I needed someone to let me cry in their shoulder and to hold me close.
At that moment, I didn't care how I parked. I scrambled out of the car, slamming the door as I ran up to the door that was my target.
I practically threw myself at the door, frantically knocking. As soon as Owen opened the door, I quickly embraced him, crying harder then a I had before.
"Kalel? What's wrong?" Owen stammered out, holding me tighter and bringing me inside.
I tried to say words, but those words turned into squeaky cries. Luckily, Owen didn't try to rush me, but let me gather myself.
Before I knew it, Owen and I were on the couch. I was curled up into his chest as his arms held their position behind my back.
"I...I...," I tried to start talking.
"Shhh," Owen whispered into my ear as he rubbed my back in soothing circles.
It had been a while before I started to calm down. Instead of sobbing, a slow trickle of tears ran down my face. I also felt more capable of talking now.
Even though I felt like I could talk, I knew if I talked about Louis I would start crying again. My eyes were tired from me crying so, I let myself slowly drift off but I didn't fully fall asleep.
I could still feel Owen shifting underneath me. At first, he was tense but after awhile he loosened up and became more relaxed.
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I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed. I rubbed my dry, puffy eyes and look around. No one else was in the room with me. I laid my head onto one of the pillows - a familiar scent invaded my nose.
Then I remembered all the events that took place the night before. I felt like I was drunk trying to remember everything, as it flashed by so quickly. But the most important parts I could never forget.
I decided I should probably get going back to my place. I shook the covers off from me and started make my way towards to door. As I headed towards the front door I couldn't help but notice Owen sleeping on couch.
I felt a warm feeling in my heart and couldn't help but crack a small smile.
"Owen?" I said softly, seeing if he was awake.
"Mhm?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Thank you," I said walking closer to him and giving him a hug. It took him a moment to process, but he then hugged back.
"I don't like seeing you hurt," he whispered into me ear. I froze when he spoke those words, I did know what to do. I mean, it made me happy to know someone cared for me but, I just saw my boyfriend cheating on me and don't think I'm ready for another relationship.
"I'm sorry," I sighed.
"For what?"
"For bothering you,"
"You didn't bother me kitten,"
"Kitten?"
"It kind of...slipped," he said awkwardly.
"Thanks again," I smiled and walked out the door.
As I was now outside, I didn't know what to do. If I went back to my place, Louis would surely stop by sooner or later. I sighed and headed to my car, I figured since I already had clothes packed I'd just go to a hotel for a while.
My phone was in the cup holder, and it was constantly going off with calls and text from Louis. The number of missed calls kept raising.
21 missed calls.
22 missed calls
23 missed calls...
That's when I completely shut off my phone. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him or even think about him. I was again met with tears rushing down my face thinking about last night.
I just drove around, taking random turns down different roads in hopes of it being more difficult for anyone to find me.
I soon found myself in front of a hotel in the down town area that I barely knew. I looked around and spotted a few shops and cafés. I guess this isn't such a bad place to be for a while.
I got myself checked into a room that was available for three weeks.
I headed to my room. As soon as I entered, I threw my bags to to ground and fell on to the bed. I reliantly turned my phone back so I could listen to my music.
I ignored the fact that I had about 30 new missed calls and just listened to my music.
I turned the volume up loud, loud enough that I couldn't even here myself cry.
Soon enough, I felt like I forgot how to cry. I became extremely numb and just laid their, looking at the ceiling. Thinking.
Thinking about everything. I ran the pad of my thumb up and down my wrist.
Thinking is powerful.
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Yay! It finally Summer! Anyways, I'll do the next chapter in Louis' PoV. And what do you guys think about me doing Owen's PoV once or twice?? Idk
Thank you guys for reading my story! I really appreciate it!! Love you all <3
