POLAROIDS || L. PARTRIDGE [ ✓ ]

18. Confrontation

P O L A R O I D S

"THIS IS ABOUT LOUIS, ISN'T IT?" Renza immediately questioned as she sat down across the girl who had her clasped hands on the table with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Yes. Nice to know you know who we're talking about," she replied.

"Please, you're Y/N. You're all about Louis."

"First of all, if that's a compliment, it sounds very backhanded."

The cup of coffee for the two of them arrived as they both sighed and sunk in their seats, waiting for the server to leave them be for a time alone. It didn't take long for them to gain their peace again. This time, Y/N started.

"Renza, is it true you're talking to another guy?"

Keese shifted uncomfortably in her seat, staring at the coffee, "I wanted tea."

"Renza," Y/N warned.

She only got another sigh from her, and a few seconds of silence later, "Louis told you, didn't he?"

"Everyone could guess."

"It is true," she admitted and crossed her arms after taking a sip of the caffeine, "But doesn't Louis go around and cheat on me with you, too? I think it's a fair situation. I know the looks you give to each other."

"That was before we decided it would be better that we were friends than go behind your back. We know when to back off. Yes, I do admit we were part of the problem, but Renza, you openly liking someone, telling him about the guy, and fighting over and over is hurting Louis."

Renza scoffed, "So I'm the problem?"

"Everyone is."

"No, but you're implying this on me?"

"Or you think that way because you do feel that way?"

"You really think Louis gets hurt by what I do? He doesn't give a fuck about me, Y/N. All the fuck he has left to give is all restored for you — because why? You're so perfect? You met him first, is that it?"

"If he didn't give a shit about you, why would he always knock on my door more than thrice a week for the past five months just because you two fought? Is that why he would shamelessly cry because of you? Tell me, Renza. If that boy doesn't love you, would he mope around at midnight, unable to sleep because he knows you two weren't on good terms?"

Flabbergasted, Renza's mouth stayed open, unable to speak her mind. Her eyebrows furrowed as she let out a breath. The girl slumped back on her chair, surprised by the information she had just learnt.

"He would always come to me whenever he needed comfort because you two fought. He would ask me for advice even though he knew I wasn't good at it, and the advice I gave him was never listened to. He kept coming back to you." Y/N continued.

"That's not true. You're just making it up."

"I would advertise bestsellers to you right now if I were. Open your mind and listen to me. This confrontation will be wasted if you don't trust me."

"Why would I trust someone who destroyed the relationship in the beginning? Think about it, Y/N, what he's going through right now was exactly how I felt."

"Except you chose to retaliate," Y/N said. "Renza, it takes two to fix your relationship."

"And you?"

"I know mine, I've done half of it and I'm already working on what's left."

"And that is?"

"Leave you and Louis alone to fix this amongst yourselves."

With that, Y/N stood up and walked away, leaving the cafe with a pull on the glass door. She swallowed her spit and carried on walking back to her hotel. Too absorbed by her racing mind, her eyes were fixed on the ground, not seeing the incoming biker. And with that,

A scream was heard followed by a groan of a guy, and oh boy . . .