Gah there's so much swearing in this chapter guys.
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Liam
The next day, Louis woke up with a massive hangover. I didn't, however, for I didn't get shitfaced like him.
"Morning," I said to him, passing him some Advil. He groaned in response and took the pills with a glass of water.
"Do you...um...remember last night?" I asked him nervously. He looked at me weirdly and slowly shook him head.
"Why?" He asked, standing up from his place on the couch of his hotel room.
"Nothing," I said, faking a laugh. He smiled and shook his head.
"You're weird."
"Thanks." I looked at my watch and my eyes widened.
"You need to hurry up," I told him. "Grab all your shit and I'll drive you to the airport. Your flight leaves in an hour."
"Fuck," he mumbled, tossing loose clothing into his suitcase. I laughed and started helping him out, unplugging his phone charger from the wall and throwing it into his bag. He grabbed his toothbrush and paste from the counter and set it in his bag. He pulled out a different pair of clothes from the bottom of his suitcase and changed right there in the middle of the room. I tried to avert my eyes and look anywhere but at him, but it was hard. I wasn't going to lie to myself anymore. I had a thing for Louis. The night before when he kissed me, I thought it meant something, buy then I realised he was drunk off his ass, and he wouldn't remember it by morning, which was true.
"I'm ready," he told me, zipping up his suitcase and grabbing the key cards from the table. "Let's go."
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Zayn
"I fucking hate him!" I screamed, pushing over a table and throwing a chair. "Goddammit!"
"Zayn," Damien said, coming over to me. "You need to calm down, mate."
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" I shouted in his face, poking him hard in his chest.
"I thought you didn't even care about him?" I looked at him angrily.
"I may not have liked the little shit head, but I did love him." I threw a glass at the wall and groaned again.
"I've been dating him for...God for five fucking years and now, now he decides to just leave!" I flopped down on the couch angrily and crossed my arms.
"Have you tried calling him?"
Jesus fucking Christ Damien are you fucking stupid?" He glared at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course I tried to call him! Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?" He shrugged and this time I glared at him.
"I'm done with this," I told him, getting up off the couch angrily and headed toward the door. "I'm going to the pub. Don't wait up for me."
I angrily made my way down the street, harshly bumping my shoulder into people. I was angry and I didn't give a shit who knew it. When I got to the pub, I stormed inside and took a seat at the bar.
"Give me the strongest thing you've got," I told the bartender. He looked at me oddly but nodded. When he came back with my drink, I slipped him some cash and took my drink.
"Here's to Harry, the asshole who ruined my life," I whispered and downed my drink.
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I love Zayn so much and I feel so bad that I portray him so awfully in this fan fiction.
So guys, for a class assignment I did yesterday, I had to create a website on any topic I wanted. Can you guess what I picked? Yep, ONE DIRECTION. And I had to publish it of course so like...if you guys want to check out a new, shitty made fansite created by a 16 year old girl for class, go to this link:
http://16johnsontb.wix.com/my-own-website
The website isn't any good on mobile so.
Anyways, thanks so much for the reads! I'm getting closer to 40k and that's so exciting!
Send a message my way if you'd like me to write a chapter about one of your own ideas. I have an open mind about anything so
I'll update again ASAP.
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~Taylor :*
