"I don't believe in regret. At one point you wanted to do it, so why do you suddenly take it back?" -Frostbite, Cold trilogy.
ZAYNS POV
"Louis man, please." I beg annoyingly.
Louis shakes his head as he places his phone back in his pocket. "I'm changing my passcode. You sneaky little shit."
I scowl at him. "Just let me talk to her."
"She doesn't want to talk to you." Louis says sadly before placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing. "Just let her be for a moment."
"It's almost three weeks. Just let me talk to her." I reply.
Louis shakes his head. "You do realise you're potrayed as a womanizer for a photograph that looked more sketchy than it really was."
"Exactly, I just want to talk to her and explain everythi-"
"Zayn!" Louis cuts me off. "She's not going to believe you. Sure it wasn't two girls, but there was that other girl."
"It just happened." I murmur.
"Oh yeah, your dick just happened to slide-"
"Okay, okay. I get it." I cut him off and he raises an eyebrow at me. "I fucked up. Again."
"You know what." Louis pauses, before taking out his phone. "Maybe I will give you her number back."
I frown. "Why?"
"Because I think you should say goobye to her for the last time." Louis says as he pulls out his hand. "Can I have your phone?"
I sigh and hand it to him before looking down at my sock covered feet.
"I'm just doing what's best for her. Sorry man. You just keep adding to the list of apologies you need to say to her."
He hands my phone back and I quickly look down at it as I see Lorenas number. I need to memorise it or write it down somewhere so she won't tell him to delete it again.
That fucking hurt me more than it probably should have.
Maybe that's why I made such an impulsive move to get back at her by hooking up with another girl.
I quickly screen shot her numbre and look at Louis. "You know I'm not going to stop calling."
He nods. "Yeah. Kind of regret it, kind of don't. Just don't fuck up again okay? You don't see her everyday completely lost in the house like I do."
I nod and take a deep breath as I walk out of his suite.
"Do I get a thank you?!" Louis shouts.
I poke my head back in to the suite to see him looking at me expectantly as I press the phone to my ear. "Thank you." I pull a smile before heading back into my hotel room.
Sliding the card into the slot, the call goes straight to the answer phone and I sigh annoyed before trying again. I take a seat on the couch and anxiously wait for her to answer only resulting in her sending me to voicemail again.
I hang up and bury my hand into my face. "Come on, Lorena pick up."
Third time lucky maybe.
I call yet again and wait as I play with the pendant on my necklace. It feel's like forever.
"Pick up your phone." I mumble to myself.
The phone reaches to voicemail and I sigh annoyed as I look down at the caller ID.

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Canvas - Z.M
NezařaditelnéNothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to...