"Hey," Bailey snapped me out of my daze, "are you alright, hun?" I slightly began to nod, but then decided that, if anyone, Bailey deserved the truth. "No," tears busted from my eyes, "I don't think I can do it, Bailey. I have to go back. I love him." She scooted closer to me in the booth we were sitting in and draped her arm over my shoulder. "Shh, honey, it's okay. You will be fine, I promise. Look what he's done to you. He's made you a nervous wreck!" She held me on her shoulder and rocked back and forth. "He'll come after you if he wants you that bad, but for now, you just need to stay with me for a while. You need to see your friends." I nodded. I did need to see them. It had been forever, I missed them. Soon, the waitress came to the table. "Can I take your order?" She smiled. I, for some reason, couldn't answer. My mind was too tied up to even try. Bailey nudged me a bit, "Sarah?" I looked up at the waitress, hovering our table. "Allie?" I gasped. Her pony tailed bounced as she nodded quickly. I smiled, standing to hug her. "It's been forever," she said. "I know," I nodded in agreeance. She took my arm and examined it. "Haha, Zayn sure has been a work on you, eh?" She laughed. I frowned and sat down again, placing my head back on the table. "Oh," I heard her say, "I'm so sorry." "It's alright," Bailey patted my back, "she's going through a bit of a rough time, that's all. Bring her applejuice?" "Sure thing," Allie said enthusiatically. I was nearly amazed that Bailey remembered my favorite drink, so I sat up straight. "How is Liam?" I finally ask her. "He's great," she smiled. I plastered a smile across my tear ridden cheeks -faking best I knew how. Allie, soon brought me a glass filled to the rim with applejuice. I grinned taking a huge sip. It just reminded me that Zayn would make special trips at night, just to get some from the store. I didn't let that ruin my spirit, though. I just kept right on faking. Why not? Maybe faking would help me.
I sat, sipping my applejuice, happily, as Bailey babbled on and on about something she and Liam had done a few days ago. I don't know exactly what it was, though. As the glass emptied, I got dizzier and dizzer. I somehow came to a logic that I was in a realtionship with my applejuice and that it was loyal to me and never hurt me. The glass emptied and I found myself crying. "Sarah, what's wrong?" Bailey asked me multiple times. I couldn't answer though. I couldn't exactly figure out how. Everything in the room was spinning and my vision was so blurry, I thought I might be going blind. I tried to tell Bailey, but I gave up after a few attempts. I was probably only making a fool of myself, any how.
Bailey's POV***
"What vodka?" I growled at Allie, over Sarah's ongoing, loud laughter. "She didn't look well, so I spiked her juice," Allie explained, giggling nervously. Allie had already brought her, like, seven glasses of this juice, so by now, Sarah was insane. Suddenly, she stopped laughing, so we both looked over at the looney bird at our table. She look left, then right, and pulled her knees to her chest. "I miss my applejuice, Allie!" She started crying, "Oh, Lord," I sighed pushing my hair back from my forehead, "this is going to be a long night."
A bit later, Sarah had stopped crying and I was tired. It was 12am for crying out loud. I wondered if Liam might be home from the studio yet. I pulled out my phone and had a missed call from him. I smiled cheerily as I pressed the play button on my voicemail. "Hey, Bailey. I miss you so much and can't wait to see you when I get home. Call me back. I love you," he said. Every time he said I love you it made me shiver, no matter how many times he had said it before, I just couldn't get over it. I quickly called him back and after two rings, he answered. "Hey," I grinned. "Hey, gorgeous," he replied, yawning, "where are you?" I glanced over at Sarah, "I'm at Allie's "office." Calling the resturaunt and office, had always been a joke between Allie, Liam, and I. "Oh," he laughed a bit. "Hey, do you mind coming and helping me get Sarah in the car? She's really, accidentally, drunk," I told him. "How do you get accidentally drunk?" He laughed. "Long story," I sighed. "Alright, I'll be there in a second, love," he laughed. "Okay, I love you," I smiled. "Love you too, babe." Once again, I shivered as he hung up. It still got me.
"Wow," Liam laughed a bit. "Liam," I looked at him. "Alright, alright," He said picking Sarah up from the floor. He carried her out the the car and put her in the passenger seat, trying not to let her fall out. I, soon after, shut the door. I turned to Liam and tippy toe kissed him before getting in the car. He blushed, as always, and pushed my hair behind my ear. "Meet you at home," I smiled. "Alright. 'Til then, love." We both got in our cars and pealed out of the parking lot. I glanced over at Sarah and she was fast asleep. I giggled at her a bit. She was cute when she slept, I couldn't help it. I pulled her jacket back up over her shoulders. Soon, we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building, so I nudged her a bit, waking her up. "Zayn?" She said as soon as she opened her eyes. Tears swelled in my eyes. I felt pretty bad for her, admittedly. They had been together, by eachother's side for five years. She was just 23 years old. (Zayn was 24) She was too young to have to feel this way. I hugged her tightly before going in the house. "You're my best friend, Sarah," I told her. She smiled. "Thanks, Bailey." She looked a bit confused, though. "I just wanted to let you know," I explained. "Alright," she smiled. I un locked the door and we went in to find Liam laying on the couch. "Hey," Sarah waved at him. She seemed completely oblivious of everything that had happened, which was good, I suppose. "Hi," he said standing to hug her, "how are you?" "I'm tired," she laughed. Once he released her from the hug, he pulled me into one, followed by a passionate kiss. I smiled and held him. After a few moments of staring into his eyes, Sarah's phone rang. "It's Zayn."
