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Louis takes a sip of his Iced Frappucino that was just served to him by his barista while reading the local newspaper. As he folds the newspaper into half, what caught his sight made him cringe. He shifts uncomfortably in the soft leather of his seat as he takes in the view infront of him: Zayn & Florence.

He adjusts the collar of his shirt, trying to avoid the view but he couldn't. He couldn't get it out of his sight, he couldn't get it out of his mind. It's like it has already been carved deep into his mind. Them both showing affection publicly is not a good sight for him afterall, them hand in hand with Florence's head leaning into Zayn's. Florence looks at Zayn, before giving him a deep passionate kiss as she cups his face before letting go, leaving an astonished Zayn. How had Louis wished he was on Zayn's place, and all the drama could just stop already.

But the world may never know.

Florence had not seem to see Louis from behind because she seems to be focused on her one and only mission : to make Zayn feel what she felt back then.

Louis gulps down on his drink, letting the beverage run fast at his tongue down to his throat. He stands up from his seat and shuffles his way out to the door. He jogs his way to his black Audi, and starts driving off. He takes out his phone from his pocket, texting Florence while his eyes are constantly on the road.

"To Florence : Saw you earlier at the café today with him ;(( x"

Louis carelessly throws his phone at the passenger seat, not caring where it might have landed instead. He tugs at his hair with one hand, while the other is at the steering wheel. Cars behind him started honking because of his driving that goes zigzag. But he doesn't even care.

"F*** y'all!", he curses. Tears started dripping down his cheeks from his ocean blue eyes. Tears started to blur his vision but he swipes them away.

"F***! Calm, calm, calm...", he mutters to himself as he takes short deep breaths. "Calm, calm, calm...", he continues muttering on his self and the next thing he knew, he's already pulling off at the curb by his apartment. He takes his phone out before unbuckling his seatbelt.

He takes the staircase that had a good 37 steps before it would reach 1st floor, the floor to his own flat. He slides the door key in and rushes to the bathroom, washing his face before crashing his body on to the bed. He looks at the ceiling first before drifting off to sleep.

With hopes that sleep would cure the unbearable pain away.

[A/N : I know, I know that this is a short chap but forgive me because classes started already and I may not be able to update that much but at least I update because I love y'all, so I hope you would cooperate to me aha :)

Please keep on commenting and voting and yeah, love y'all xoxo]

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