This is it \\part one\\

You're drunk and you're hurt.

*LOTS OF MONTHS AND 10000 CANS OF FOOD LATER*

*Jacintas pov*

"Yet again," Nadia starts dramatically, and I chuckle, "We are running out of food."

It's all very true though. Becas so pregnant that it sort of seems like she's going to pop, not in an unnatural way though. Liam and her have been bonding and laughing and kissing and everything well and good. Liam really loves her. And Bec really loves Liam. And it's beautiful.

Let's just say Tarry isn't going so well. Harry is completely ignoring Tiarn. He's not even making rude, witty comments after she talks anymore. It's weird. I don't like it.

Then there's Zayn and Grace or 'Zayce'. They have their own story that no one seems to know.

Niall and Nadia (Nalia) are neutral apparently. I don't buy it. I've tried I ask Niall but he just brushes me off saying some Irish thing.

Onto the bright side now, Loucinta, is going swimmingly as Louis and I like to say. We like to pretend that Loucinta is real because it's the only way to have fun while pissing people off and making them uncomfortable. It's what we live for.

"Supply run?" Niall suggests. Seems like a good idea. I nod.

"Okay." Liam says, "Zayn, Niall and Nadia are you guys good with going?"

"Yeah, sure." Nadia says. Zayn and Niall look to each other and nod.

"Look at all these chickens," Lou says coming up behind me putting on a funny accent, pointing to everyone else who are either moving around helping or sitting down drinking, like always. The waters not safe anymore and we ran out a while ago, so Jack Daniels it is.

"Iconic." I reply, laughing lightly.

"Jacinta," Zayn yells, gesturing me over to the door so I can close it.

"Ready?" I ask Nadia, Niall and Zayn. They nod.

"Come back safely, okay?" I tell them more than ask them. They nod, smiling. "Fucking love you guys," I whisper/yell after them since the coast is clear.

I close the door and then Grace and I bolt and shut it. Waiting for the anticipated return.

*GRACES POV*

I walk away from the door and go back to the bottle of beer. My fifth one to be exact. It's not like I really want to remember any of this anyways.

I told Zayn I loved him.

I mean it's been long enough what else was I supposed to do?

I couldn't keep it in forever.

He looked mad. Upset, even. Then he left. He just left me. No explanation. Not that I deserve one. I knew that when we started this there were meant to be no feelings involved. That was the point of this whole game.

I need to find a way to get him back and I think I know just how to do it. I'm going to make him jealous.

I take another sip and end up chugging the bottle before walking up to Liam who just stopped talking to Bec.

"Leeyum," I sing, grabbing onto his shirt after stumbling. That was not intended.

"Woah," he replies, "You're wasted,"

"Completely." I say. I look up at him while he steady's me onto my feet.

"Um, grace?" He says, unsure and awkwardly as I get closer to his face and his lips, "I think you should go to bed.."

I shake my head in response. I slowly lean in but Liam moves back.

"Stop," he says, "You don't know what you're doing."

"Ye-"

"No, you don't." He continues, "You're drunk and you're hurt and you just want to find a way to forget. I don't know what Zayn did or what happened between you two but he will come around. He always does." I take a sigh and turn on my heels and start to walk away.

"I can't believe you were about to-!" I hear before I'm being turned around by my shoulders.

"Woah B-Bec?" I stutter, feeling faint.

"I thought I could trust you." she has tears in her eyes.

"You know what?" I start, not knowing where this is going, "I don't even care anymore. I don't care that the guy I love is ignoring me I don't care that I nearly kissed Liam and I don't care about any of you people!" I end up yelling and attracting a crowd full of hurt, angry faces. The face of the few people I have left.

I turn away and walk to my room, falling on my bed and letting the feeling of guilt and absolute shit wash over me, into a deep sleep.