The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twenty Eight - Break Even

Peter's P.O.V.

My coffee was going cold. I had to wait for Elle to arrive, wait for her to break my heart. I knew as soon as I had gotten her text to meet her here that it was over, I wasn't ready. I played with the wooden stirrer to distract myself, twisting it between my fingers anxiously.

Starbucks was getting more and more busy and being sat here staring at the door was beginning to get embarrassing. I could understand why Elle had asked to meet me here, she was to polite to break up with me in my home, it would create bad memories and tension. Even when she was leaving me she was thinking about my well-being. Trying to win her back would do no good and I didn't see the point in chasing her, I had lost her to that curly haired prick. I wasn't arsed about looking desperate, I was just trying to get the girl I loved, but she was his now, I think she had been his for a long time. No feeling in the world was worse than losing the only girl you would ever love to the person you hate the most.

"Peter?" Her voice timidly called, I realized I had my head in my hands and I sat up straight, taking in her sad eyes.

"Please can we just get this over with?" I begged, trying to keep the sobs out of my voice. Man Up! I told myself, she'll never take you back if you're crying! I knew deep down that she wouldn't take me back at all, that it was over. "I brought you a drink," I gestured towards the steaming hot chocolate. "I think it's still warm."

She picked it up and took a sip.

"Thanks." She murmured, she sat down opposite me and we both knew we had ran out for small talk.

"Peter-" Elle began giving me a long stare.

"Just give a moment." I breathed, I took her tiny hands in mine across the table and held them tightly, embracing what I had left of her. She slowly pulled her hands away and whispered the words "I can't do this." My body stiffened as her words took there full effect on me.

"It's him isn't it?" I tried to sound strong but my voice cracked at the end of the sentenced. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Yes." She finally said, her tears trickled down her cheeks and I had to fight the urge to wipe them away and comfort her.

I imagined Harry's smug little face after I'd punched him. The way everyone had taken his side for kissing my girlfriend. Not that I expected otherwise, they were best friends. I wouldn't miss Juliette either, whiny bitch, always had an answer for everything.

"So this is it? You're just going to walk away?" I challanged, I know I was being pathetic but I felt helpless, I needed to keep her with me.

"What else can I do, it just hurts us both more! There's no easy way around it. If I could do this without hurting you, I would but I can't." Elle whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Then all I can do is let you go. I still love you so I should let you go and let you be happy, right?" very cliche, but very true.

"I'm so sorry, I'll miss you Peter." Elle choked out, I tried to inhale but my breath was cut short. Elle got up and started to walk away, her beautiful brown hair swishing behind her. I couldn't stand to watch her go.

"Wait Elle..." My sentence trailed off as I searched for something else to say. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around, tears were falling down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. I felt guilty for making this so hard for her, I could tell she was beating herself up for hurting me. "Can we still be friends?"

Elle took a while to answer, seeming to think about her words.

"When you're ready." She finally concluded.