"Louis-"
"No. No! Be with him I don't care anymore."
Eleanor looked up at me, tears stained her face. I looked at her and then passed her to the guy she was literally cuddling with moments ago.
"I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? You're sorry!? No I'm sorry. I've trusted you, I loved you and this is what happens when I come right back from tour!"
"Please-"
"Get out." I spat out at here.
Her eyes opened in shock and I could see she was extremely hurt. She clenched her eyes shut and opened them quickly. She than began to plea.
"Louis I love you. I love you so much but I was so alone and I just-"
"Just what? Decided to cheat on me with, with argh what you're name?" I asked in frustration to the guy starting to stand up from the couch.
"Uh, Dave."
"Dave. Cheating was your solution?" I closed my eyes. "If you couldn't deal with my situation of knowing I'll be away on tour than you should've saved me three years of stress by ending this relationship!"
"But I truly love you!" She cried out. I looked at her through squinted eyes.
"Love me?! Nah I'm starting to think you used me instead. Now get out of my house. I never want to see you again and don't call, text or come back. And bring your boy toy with you."
"You're a jerk Louis!"
"Pot calling kettle black much." I said with a sneer.
She quickly grabbed Dave's hand and gave me one last pleading look. I began to ushered them out of the house and pushed them out of the front door.
"Hope you have a great time with him. Don't visit me while we're both in hell!" I yelled out after them and slammed the door shut.
I let out a breathe and picked up the suitcase I dropped by where I first saw her doing the most despicable thing to me and started to climb up the stairs into what is now my bedroom.
Whatever.
~*~*~*~*~
*one week later*
"Hey you alright?" Harry asked me from the kitchen table where he and Zayn was eating some Chinese I ordered. Liam was with Sophia and Niall was at home in Ireland so I decided to invite them over.
It's been a week since it's happened and I haven't spoken to anyone. No one at all. According to the media, I'm on a hiatus which, in a way I am. Gladly yet strangely they haven't found out about my new relationship status. My bandmates haven't found out either but I invited Zayn and Harry over, knowing that they were free.
So they're finding out what has happened right now.
"I broke up with Eleanor." I answered back simply. I heard a fork dropped and looked up from my plate to be greeted with a sight of Zayn and Harry looking shocked.
"Could've broken the plate mate." I said casually to Harry who's fork I noticed is on his plate.
"What?" Zayn asked in disbelief. "Louis you...you broke up with Eleanor?"
"Yes. Been a week."
"A week?!"
"Founded out she was cheating on me with this bloke named Dave so I kicked both of them out of my house."
"Why are you acting so calm about this?" Harry questioned.
I stood quiet for a few minutes. "I realized I didn't care." Zayn raised an eyebrow.
"Dude you was with Eleanor for three years. How could you have not cared at least the slightest?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
"You know the boys and I realized you've been having a very Zayn attitude." Harry stated in a matter of factly tone which caused Zayn to look at him in disbelief.
"What's that suppose to mean Styles?" Zayn asked in a demeaning tone.
"Yeah well I don't know how to respond to that. I think I'm still the same." I said twirling around my fork.
"Alright bro but just so you know we're here." Zayn said with a small smile. I looked up from my twirling of my fork.
"I know."
~*~*~*~*~
*three weeks later*
Head. Pounding.
"Tomlinson what the fuck!?" I looked up and saw Zayn and Liam approaching me to where I was on the floor inside an alley way with a bottle of alcohol in my hands, wasted.
So. Wasted. I can't even see straight. However this wouldn't be a first. I've been doing this almost every night since a week and half ago.
"Go away." I shouted out loudly but Liam grabbed my shirt and pulled me up from the floor, pinning me against the wall. I winced from the pain going through my back and the bottle clacking onto the ground.
"You could've been shot, mugged, anything! You could've been dead! If it wasn't for Zayn calling your phone a million times or going to your house to check up on you, you could've been a goner!" He spat out. I looked past him quickly to Zayn to see him looking towards the floor.
"You don't think I know that Liam?!" I shouted trying to push him off but he had the upper hand. "I just don't care."
"Stop saying that! Stop! That's what you've been saying for the past month! What has gotten into you?!"
"I'm old enough to handle myself I don't need you to come rescuing me from my situation!" I shouted in return, ignoring my headache, now beginning to strengthen. I finally had enough will power to push him off and he staggered away, looking at me with wild eyes.
"Look at me I'm Liam Payne, the one who tries to fix everything and wants to be the hero. But at the end of the day you're a stupid useless member of the band that is only here to fill in the gap. No wonder no one showed up to your birthday when you were 16!" I mocked in a high pitch voice, my hands motioning everywhere while I was swaying side to side.
The last thing I saw was Zayn's shocked face, Liam's enraged expression and a fist coming to my face.
