Revenge (Louis Tomlinson Love Story - Sequel to Just One Look)

Chapter 14 - Don't Let Me Go

Wow, the last one or two chapters were EXTREMELY hard to write… I really don’t know why O.O It’s not even writer’s block or anything it’s just… I don’t even know :-/ I feel like I’m losing the excitement that writing usually gives me.. :( HELP GUYS

Enjoy xx

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Zayn’s POV

“Stop. Stop, please. Stop. Stop. Stop,” I pleaded, approaching her with desperate eyes, but she sneered at me and backed away.

My heart tore to shreds. Was Bailey really this disgusted of me? Does she hate me now?

I though I was her best friend once.

Horrified phrases echoed from the hallway as the rest of the gang appeared, all of them fearing for Bailey’s safety as if I would hurt her. As if I would do anything like that – I fucking love her. Suicide doesn’t kill feelings.

My chest constricted at all of my earlier friends now glaring at me with furious eyes, as if daring me to come even closer to Bailey and furthermore endanger her. My friends were completely and utterly disgusted of me too. Not only that, but I could tell from their expression and the way they stood behind Bailey that they were afraid of me.

My own friends were afraid of me.

Without me noticing, Louis had positioned himself behind Bailey and was staring me down, trying to intimidate me. “Don’t you dare touch my girlfriend!” he growled. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes.

My girlfriend. Don’t you dare touch my girlfriend. Bailey is mine. Louis’ voice echoed in my mind, phrases he never said whirling through my thoughts and attacking my emotions. God, why did I ever come back?

Bailey tensed slightly, a minute smirk now on her lips, as she turned to Louis and mumbled something to him. Before I had time to react she had approached me and swiftly extended her foot into my gut. I groaned and toppled over, unsure whether it was my body or my heart that felt more assaulted.

The girl I love just kicked me in the gut.

What have I become that I deserve this penalty? This torture? Although I knew that Bailey never loved me back, I thought I was one of her closest friends. Was it all an act? Was everything fake?

I glanced up at the pair just as Louis scowled at me, his eyes narrowing to menacing slits. “Lay one more finger on my girl and I will slit your throat. Now get the fuck out of here!” he hissed, crushing what was left of my heart into a million little pieces.

They don’t want me anymore. I ruined everything. I should have just died.

Just as I glanced up at Louis’ beautiful Bailey one last time and turned to leave, her voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Zayn?” she uttered, her voice sounding shocked, incredulous and at the same time overjoyed. I spun to face her completely, wondering why she sounded so surprised that it was me. I mean, hadn’t she recognized me when I –

I turned to look at the body-length mirror by the door and my mouth fell open as the realization dawned on me. I looked like absolute shit – they must have thought I was an intruder, someone who was going to harm them. No wonder Bailey didn’t recognize me! Does this mean she doesn’t hate me anymore?

Loud sobbing erupted from the frail girl and she leaped into my arms, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I staggered backwards, surprised by her actions but by all means not disliking it. I rubbed shapes on her back, trying to shush her while observing the expressions of the rest of the gang. Although they hadn’t neared me too much yet – I believe they were giving Bailey her space – I could see relief and even delight in their weary faces.