Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal

05: I Knew You Were Trouble

05: I Knew You Were Trouble

I sniffle as Andy wraps a blanket around my freezing body. “How long were you out there for?” he asks. Concern washes over his face as I shiver.

“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly.

I don’t remember much from last night. All I know is that my body feels frozen and there is this massive hole in my chest where my heart once sat.

He sighs. “I guess I’ll stay home with you today,” he says in a mumble, sitting next to me on my bed.

I sigh and shake my head. “I'll be fine by myself.”

“You've proved that to be very, very wrong,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the headboard.

I roll my eyes. “I'll be fine,” I tell him again. “Go get high, get drunk, or rob a bank. Go do what you went to bed early for,” I say, pushing him.

It's useless, though. He is much stronger than I am.

“You want me to leave you here, freezing cold, feeling like shit all day, and by yourself?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

“I'll be fine!” I try to stress. I shiver, snuggling into my bed.

Andy groans in annoyance. “Why don't you call a friend to come over? So I know I'll have somebody to make sure my only sister doesn't turn into a block of ice,” he suggests.

I sigh. “I don't have anybody I would want to come over,” I tell him.

Andy sighs and kisses my head. “Well, think of someone and I'll go make you something to eat.”

He leaves the room as grab my phone. I scroll through my contacts and stop at a name.

Max. Max George. The pervert who would gladly hook up with me at any given moment.

I sigh and start a new text message.

Hey.

I stare at my phone before hitting send. That could have been the biggest mistake since Zayn.

Zayn. Zayn Malik.

I sniffle and burry my face in my pillow. Stupid, stupid.

I knew dating him would be bad for me. I knew it. I had that gut feeling. My gut told me to listen to him when he told mere was not good for me. I should have listened.

I hear my phone go off and I open the new message.

Hey babe ;) Didn't even know you had my number...

I roll my eyes at the message. He is so stupid sometimes. He put his number in my phone a long time ago. He knows I have his number, I just never planned to put it to use until now.

Well I do. Can I have your friend Aston's number?

Before I can even put my phone away, Max texts me back.

For what?

I groan. This is going to be harder than I thought.

Because I want to talk to him...

Not even a second later, Max replies.

About what? You can talk to me babe.

I roll my eyes as if I would tell him anything. Even though I have known Max since I was little, he has never been a really friend. He is just that annoying kid who has been trying to get me in his pants since we were in diapers.