I lock myself in the bathroom and sit on the toilette seat. My hands are so numb that I can barely feel my phone. I read the names next to the texts. One message from Liam, one from Harry, and one from Niall. I gasp. Four months ago I would have squealed and jumped up and down crying if I had gotten three text messages from three of the boys of One Direction. That wasn’t the case now, though.
I open Liam’s text first:
“Hey, stranger. Come down when you feel up to it, I will make you some breakfast :)”
I smile. He was the cutest person n the world. He must have sent this hours ago and before he knew my phone was downstairs.
“Thanks Daddy Direction;)”
Next, I open Harry’s:
“Hey babe. How did things go yesterday? Did my amazing advice work?”
I text him back:
“In a way… I will tell you later.”
Finally, I open Niall’s:
“I’m sorry about being so mean to you yesterday. I was just so hurt and I felt so betrayed. You are my best friend. But I do need some space because I have to get over this. I have to move on from you. And seeing you won’t help me heal. Please don’t reply to this. I just wanted you to know that you aren’t nothing to me.”
I feel the tears stream down my face. I felt so relieved. Maybe Harry was wrong. Maybe Niall will forgive me. I don’t know for sure, but that’s all I need. I sigh. There is something I need to do, whether it goes against Harry’s advice or not, my mind wouldn’t settle.
I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and my mouth starts to water.
“Are you making cinnamon rolls?”
Liam smiles, “Just for you.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think I can eat just yet.”
He frowns. “Why do I have a feeling you are never going to eat? Is it me? Do you have something against my cooking?” he says offended.
I laugh, “No, not at all. It smells amazing, just like you are. But, I can’t eat without a clear conscience.”
Liam nods his shaved head, “What are you going to do?”
“I need to talk to Tiffany. I promise I won’t be gone for more than 30 minutes.”
“Perfect,” he smiles, “The rolls will be done by then.”
I park in front of Tiffany’s apartment and walk up to the door. I would call her but, she deleted her number. I am about to knock on the door when I see it is ajar. I hear voices coming from inside. One of them is hers, high and clear, but there was another, deep and raspy one. A guy’s voice. No one I have ever met before.
Who is she with?
I listen to what they are saying:
“I can’t believe he cheated on me. With her!” Tiffany says.
“Baby,” the mysterious voice says, “Get over it! It’s not like you are entirely innocent.”
“Please, like that matters,” she snaps.
“It does matter,” I hear the floor creak as he speaks, “You are mad at him for cheating on you once, when you have been cheating on him with me for months.”
Before I can stop myself I gasp. They become quiet and I hear slow footsteps come closer to me. I know they heard me, so why wait to be discovered. I open the door and burst into the room.
“Emma?” I hear Tiffany ask, surprised.
“Emma?” the guy sitting on the couch asks. I have never seen him before in my life. He was tan and dark, with brown spiky hair.
“So let me get this straight,” I say heaving, “You are mad at me because your ex-boyfriend ‘cheated’ on you with me while you have been cheating on him for months?”
“Were you eavesdropping?” Tiffany nearly shouts.
“I didn’t mean to! I came over here to tell you how sorry I was for what happened! But I am so glad that I overheard what you said. Now I know the truth. How could you do that to Liam?”
“How could I do that to Liam? How could you do that to Niall! You lead him on the entire time! You liked my boyfriend the entire time. You told Niall you loved him and didn’t even mean it! You are a bitch and a slut, who is so desperate that you will do anything for a boyfriend,” Tiffany says with a tiny smirk on her face.
I can’t believe I just heard those words come out of my best friend’s mouth. This girl I have known for 12 years. I trusted her with everything.
I feel the tears start to form, “I’m not going to take this,” I turn and walk towards the door.
“Good! Just leave! But before you go, I want you to know how happy I am that I burned down your apartment,” Tiffany yells.
I turn back around. “You did what?”
“That night? You did leave the flat iron on, but it was because of me that the fire started. Jack here and I were on a date, you see and we wanted to watch a movie. But I have no DVD payer, so we snuck into your place to watch something. I went to the bathroom and I washed my hands and dried them on a towel when, whoops, what do you know, I accidently set the towel down a little too close the iron,” Tiffany shrugs and the smirk reappears on her face.
I clench my fist and look at the guy named Jack sitting on the couch. He stares at the floor. “I knew I saw you there that night,” I say to Tiffany. I feel the hot tears fall down my neck. “I can’t believe you did that to me.”
“I can’t believe you did all this to me!”
I shake my head at her and walk out the door.
As I do, I say, “I am so glad you are out of my life for good. Goodbye, bitch.”