“Where do broken hearts go?
Tell me where you’re hiding out
Where do broken hearts go?”
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“C’mon, baby, come and get me out”
It's been tense between Freya and I for a nearly a month and I am surprised when I find her standing in my doorway one night past midnight.
Her eyes are puffy from crying and she is hugging herself. I’ve seen this look on her more times than I would have like to. It always happens after she breaks up with the guy she seeing. She hasn’t come to my door before though.
“What happened?” I ask and step aside, gesturing for her to enter. I’m not really interested in hearing about some guy; I’m more hung up on the fact that she is at my place for the first time ever.
“He’s sleeping with someone else,” she says quietly.
I roll my eyes. I can’t help it. She had that happen before. I don’t understand why anyone would go look for action elsewhere when the most perfect girl in the world is giving you attention.
“Excuse me?” she asks and this time her voice is loud. “Am I boring you with my broken heart?”
“No,” I say, desperately trying to verbalise a sentence to explain but fail.
“I just meant it’s happened before, why do you let the guys do this to you?”
No, I didn’t just say that. I try to take the words back but I’m tongue-tied.
The look on her face is the worst thing I’ve ever seen. She looks hurt, angry and disgusted all at the same time. It should be a crime to make someone feel like that.
“I should have known better than to think I could count on you!” she screams and before I can blink, I hear my front door close and she’s gone. I let her go.
I scramble down the corridor and stairs, trying to catch up to her but she’s gone already. I pull out my phone and dial her number but she doesn’t pick up.
Where would she go?
I call a taxi and get it to drive me to her flat. I manage to get into her building as someone exits but when I’ve been banging on her door for minutes, I know that she must have gone somewhere else. Where would she go when she’s scared and hurt? To an ex for comfort? I hope not.
She originally got the job as a manager’s assistant because she knew one of the boys, I call him hoping he can give me some insight.
His voice is heavy with sleep when he answers.
“Where do broken hearts go?” I ask, as it is the first question that pop into my head.
“What? Where do broken hearts go? Is this a lame joke? Can you tell me tomorrow instead?”
“I mean Freya, where would she go when she’s feeling broken hearted?” I clarify.
“I don’t know, maybe by the lake?” he suggests.
Then it clicks in my brain. Of course she would go to the lake. She once told me that it was her favourite place to be alone. I hang up without another word and run all the way to the nearby lake.
It is pitch-black and muddy but I know she’ll be here somewhere. I can feel her presence.
“Tell me where you hiding out,” I request into the darkness.
I didn’t want her to be broken hearted on her own, she should be able to count on me.
“Here,” says her fragile voice.
I move in her direction but get stuck in the mud. My booths won’t come out.
I don’t know how she can see me in the darkness but she starts chuckling.
“You think this is funny?” I question but join in with her laughter. “C’mon, baby, come and get me out.”
“Alright, babe,” she responds and moves towards me. “You know, I really needed a good laugh. Thank you,” she says before she helps me out of the mud.
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Solos from FOUR
FanfictionA short love story based on and inspired by Louis Tomlinson’s solos from the album “FOUR”. As we progress through the songs, so does their relationship.
