Lost In Your Tattoos || l.p.

twenty-four

👑Reagan👑

I walked two steps ahead of Louis, afraid that if I was next to him, he would try something. Odd vibes escaped his determined look. I know he might be determined to get a new girl, but The this feels weird.

"Are you ready?", I ask softly. He nods in return and opens the door for me. I mutter an awkward, "Thank you", as he smirks. "What the hell is wrong with this kid?", I ask myself.

I glance around the crowded bar, hoping to see a nice-looking lady friend for Lou. My eyes land on a blonde that's not 20 feet ahead. She has a simple, pink dress with a slip under it on. Some cute boots are paired with the dress to make a very casual look. "Her", I speak, now becoming confident in my matchmaking skills.

"She looks like a nun", I give a weird look so he elaborates, "She's covering up her body."

"That's because she needs a guy to make her feel good about herself, to whisk away the self-conscious thoughts." Louis shakes his head. However, he listens to my intel and approaches her. I see them talk, laugh, smile a little. But out of nowhere, Louis starts making out with her. I'm sure my facial expression read as, "CONFUSED", because I had no idea why he would jump on a girl like that. He looked my way, mouths not breaking apart.

🍤Louis🍤

HOW IS SHE NOT REACTING???! I know she loves me! Why is she not getting jealous!? I grab the bottom of Marissa's thighs and continue the kiss. The kiss soon becomes passionate, forceful, and deep. Looking back over, I see Reagan chatting with a random guy. "She's just trying to make me jealous", I think to myself.

I let go of the Marissa, her body hitting the bench with a thud. I stride over to Reagan and grab her arm. I didn't care that she was in the middle of forming a sentence, I was pissed.

"LET GO OF ME!"

I obey and roughly shove her arm away from me. "Do you think it's funny to mess with my head? To convince me that you love me and then talk to another guy?", I scream in vein at the now terrified figure in front of me.

"I DON'T LOVE YOU LOUIS! I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU, GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!", She yells so loud that I'm sure someone will call the cops for the disturbance.

Her voice level lowers profoundly in the next sentences she says. "I love Liam. I'm never going to leave him, I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Is that so hard to understand? You're a nice person, but I don't have feelings for you. I never have and I surely never will. I'm sorry Louis, but it's the truth."

I cringe at the harsh words she spoke. "How do you not love me?"

"I don't love you, for the same reason I don't love anyone but Liam."

"And what's that?"

"You AREN'T Liam."

The conversation ends there. Walking back to the hotel, we drift away from each other. She walks fast, trying to maintain distance between us. My thoughts are conflicting, my heart's breaking, and my friendship with Reagan is dissolving in a puddle of blank space.

We get back at 4:00, the walk there being 25 minutes each way. Liam is asleep and I can't help but wonder why he is better than me; why he gets Reagan.

I sit down on the toilet lid in the small bathroom and contemplate my feelings for the brunette in the next room. How did everything get so difficult? It seems like only yesterday that I worried about the gang, and nothing but the gang.

"Stupid girls", I mutter as I walk out.