SPACES [Editing]

Moving On

Louis Tomlinson

"I don't know if I've told you this before, but you do know that you forced him to marry you, right? I mean, I'm sure I am. I always am." Liam said as he entered the room.

"What are you saying? I thought you guys found him already? Where is he?" I asked. I wanted to end this marriage as soon as possible. Somehow I felt like the longer I am in it, the deeper the hole I was digging for my grave.

And no, I'm not quite ready for that. I probably was a few days ago, but not anymore.

I can't stop thinking about how fucked up the situation was. How can I let myself be stupid for a whole night?

And why the fuck did my friends let me be stupid for the whole night?

I'm setting this in stone: I'm never drinking again.

Not alone, not even with Liam and Zayn.

"We found him and it turns out that his family owns this hotel." Zayn said casually. He's always the one who's good with the investigative stuff, which is why him and Liam kind of just...clicked right away. When Liam was in law school, he lived with Zayn who's a freelance artist. They get along pretty well even after years of being in a relationship, finding ways to fit themselves in each other's lives. While Liam spent the late nights studying law, Zayn was there watching all kinds of law series.

"You're saying that... I just married the heir to this hotel, one of the most expensive hotels in Vegas?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well, not exactly. He wasn't the heir, he has a brother and a sister who are both older than him and it says here that 'he has no interest whatsoever in running the hotel'," Zayn read off an article.

Yes, apparently he's that famous to have articles written about him and the things he said.

"Get this," he continued, "he says that the only reason he was here was just that he needed a place to stay while he was running his own business." He quoted. "Quite the rebel to say that on paper."

"Dude. He's friends with Ed? The ginger guy who plays guitar and sings? That guy's a legend." Liam said, scrolling through his phone, probably looking at Harry's social media profiles.

"Ginger Jesus." Zayn replied. At this point I'm pretty sure I already lost them with all the online stalking.

"That doesn't answer my question. Where is he?" I asked again.

Why the fuck isn't anyone else bothered by this?!

"He'll probably be back soon, I mean, at least now we know that he lives here." Liam said.

"He better be." I answered.

Harry Styles

"Have you given him the clothes that I asked you to bring?" I asked Niall, one of my assistants. He's one of my high school friends and halfway through college he dropped-out and couldn't find a proper job so I decided to hire him.

He's also my best friend, but don't tell him that.

"Yeah, also I overheard earlier that he asked for your number at the front desk. Expect a call from him anytime soon, the guy's probably looking for you." He said.

"I know, which is why I can't go back."

"What do you mean you can't go back? What, did you fuck him so hard he couldn't walk anymore?" He asked. I love how he was so informal with me even though technically, I was his boss. He's still my friend and he keeps me grounded.