BROKEN

five

"Love will come and love will go."

Three days.

Three days have passed and there has been no communication whatsoever between him and me. I texted him and he didn't reply, I don't want to bother him. After all, I'm nothing but a burden to everyone.

I decide I'm going to skip school tomorrow, I don't have art so what's the damn point?

The boredom is literally killing me. Without thinking twice, I grab my phone, keys and wallet and recklessly leave my small house.

Where am I going? I don't even know. I keep walking and walking into the seemingly endless darkness. I finally find a decent looking bar and walked in. The music abruptly stops playing and all heads turn to me.

"Where the fuck are you all looking at?" I ask a little louder than I intended.

They eventually continue doing whatever the hell they were doing and I search for a free place to sit in front of the bar.

"Don't mind them, they do that to every pretty lady that walks in," a deep male voice confesses. It belongs to the rather cute employee standing behind the bar.

I don't reply, just simply smile at him.

Let's get me drunk.

Three shots have gone down and I'm already surrounded by idiots at the bar. Laughing and drinking. Drinking and laughing.

Zayn's POV

Sophie and I were sleeping peacefully on the couch until I was abruptedly wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I turn off the painfully loud noise as quickly as possible so I don't wake her up. A mixture of fear, curiousness, possibly a hint of excitement flooded through me as I read the caller ID. I step out of the living room and into her kitchen and hesitatingly answer the phone. I am quite terrified honestly, as to what she has to tell me at three in the morning. I really hope something bad hasn't happened to her.

We haven't talked for three whole days and it is entirely my fault, I hope she isn't upset because of this. It's really not her, I haven't had time to check on anyone these days.

She isn't anyone though.

"Hey?" I half ask.

"Hello Zayniiieeee. Are you with your girlfriend?" She is slurring her words, especially when she said my name. She sounds drunk, not just drunk. Totally fucking wasted.

"What are you talking about?" Why was is she drinking at three in the morning in the middle of the week? Concern washes through me as I tug at the roots of my hair nervously.

I hear different male laughs along with hers. Her laugh doesn't seem like a humorous kind of laugh, but a sad, broken one. I instantly regret not speaking to her for so long.

"Where are you?" I ask her. She completely ignores my question but I insist on knowing.

"Jade!" I shout worriedly, my voice is coming out rather aggressive, not like I intend it to be. I just can't even think about her getting hurt, I have to go pick her up immediately.

Her laugh echoes in my mind and worry overflows my body rapidly. I have to find out wherever the hell she is.

"Jade," I call again, this time more calmly.

"Yeah." God her voice, even drunk her voice is angelic.

"Can you tell me where you are, love?"

"I'm in a bar." I huff in frustration, I feel utterly useless.