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I flipped the channel as I hugged my pillow closer.

It's been a tough few weeks.

When Zayn got out of the hospital, his mom whisked him away to care for him.

Despite my protests stating that I could care for him and it would be better cause he'd be closer to his home.

His family lives about two hours away.

But Trish was having none of it.

And even though I thought we were on good terms, apparently not.

He hasn't returned any of my texts or calls and it hurts alittle.

Niall has been trying to get me to go out with him once more but I'm just not into it.

He's a wonderful man and all but,

I think I'd rather be with someone else.

*******

My phone rang and my door kept banging as I woke from my slumber.

"Sam! Open the door! Fuck, I don't have the strength to kick it down!"

I sighed and rolled my eyes as Louis continued to shout for me.

I slipped on some black shorts and made my way to the front door.

"Damn it Sam, it's freezing."

Louis walked in and plopped himself down on the couch.

"Where've you been?"

He asked as he pat the seat next to him.

"Here. Work."

"You haven't been answering anything. Got worried."

"Hmm."

I grunted in response as I stared into space.

He sighed.

"Samantha, Mr Touch is in love with you. You're aware of that right?"

"Louis. Just....just shut up please."

I felt tears sting my eyes before Louis wrapped in arm over my shoulder.

"You might get upset at this, but Harry and I did a small experiment.

I looked up at him completely dumbfounded.

"What experiment?"

**********

"Okay wait. Let me just put this together."

"Go on then."

"Harry came over, talked shit about Zayn in front of me to see my reaction, and reported back to you. You met up with Zayn at a club, talked shit about me to see his reaction, and reported it back to Harry?"

He nodded.

"Exactly darling."

"Well experimentation gone awry. He doesn't feel the same."

I laid my head upon the side of the couch and prayed Zayn was feeling better and wishing his hands were all over me.

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