Learn From Me - L.T

08

10:37 PM
To Louis
You better fucking answer my question or I'll never speak to you again Louis. Why the hell didn't you tell me about your fucking wife?

10:38 PM
From Louis
I'm not talking to you about this over the phone. I'm coming to pick you up right now, I need you to be outside when I get there.

10:39 PM
To Louis
Are you kidding me? Fuck you.

10:40 PM
From Louis
You're drunk Amy. Please listen to me. Just be ready, okay?

10:41 PM
To Louis
Don't ever come near me again you sick fuck.

I turn my phone off and tuck it back into my small latex purse, tears burning my nose and eyes while I try to keep myself from breaking down.

I fan my face and gulp down any tears, anger and betrayal snapping around my body like barbed wire slashing at my skin. My blood was laced with childish pain and burning hot anger. I stare at myself in the mirror in front of me, my cheeks blushed from the alcohol and my eyes bloodshot from the tears.

• Why would you do this Louis? Why lie to me? Why allow me to feel what it's like to be yours just to rip it all away? •

A knock at the door makes me jump slightly and I sniffle quickly, hurrying to the door to open it up. A random girl stands on the other side, giving me a gentle wave as I slip out and she steps in.

I breathe deeply, running my hands through my hair with my legs bringing me back to Harry's room. When I enter, the room is filled with music and suffocating smoke.

Great, they fucking smoked without me.

"Took you long enough, Niall was about to send out a search party for you." Harry jokes, sticking the bottle out to me and I take it without hesitation. His smile fades a bit and he looks at me with curiosity, "Are you okay?"

I shake my head, taking a pull from the bottle then sitting myself between the two again. Niall had sat himself up and was holding a nearly finished joint between his fingers. "What is wrong with me?"

"What do you mean?" Niall chokes out slightly, taking the last puffs from the joint as Harry casually drinks up straight liquor. We begin alternating the bottle and I bite my bottom lip.

"Do people just lie to me all the damn time? Why am I stupid enough to believe it every fucking time?" I go on a ramble, staring at the small speaker they were using that was sat on Harry's dresser.

"Hey, you're not fucking stupid Amy." Niall's hand rubs my back gently, the soft touch relaxing my nerves slightly but it does little to ease the burning hate still scorching through my body.

How can I hate someone that I wanted so fucking much not even three hours ago?

"We've never lied to you, ever." Harry gives me a soft nudge, trying to lighten my mood and I'm grateful I'm angry rather than sad. They cannot handle a crying person at all, they usually scurry off like they did when Val's first boyfriend broke up with her.

"Mhm," I roll my eyes, taking a larger gulp from the bottle and Harry watches me calmly. "You guys always lie to me, especially when you have alcohol."

Niall scoffs, "Okay besides that, we've never lied to you. I'm always honest with you, promise."

"Yeah?" I smirk, setting the bottle down and picking up my Pepsi instead. "So you weren't lying downstairs?"

He blushes slightly, letting out a nervous laugh as Harry looks at him confused. "No, I wasn't lying to you Amy."