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Can I love anyone?! I think to myself.
"W-what are you doing?!" The figure yells. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it." Louis apologises. "El. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean it either. I don't love him."
"I swear, why does everything bad always happen to me?!" I say gripping my hair. "Louis. We're going home. Good night Lily." She wipes her tears away.
I run straight to my bed and scream into my pillow. I reach straight for my phone but touch something not normal.
I pick it up and unlock the phone.
"It's Louis'." I say. I look through but quickly lock it. "I don't wanna go through his private stuff." And I put it back on my table.
I stuff my face into my pillow and turn my light off. As I go to sleep.
I wake up and Harry, unexpectedly, invited me to go to the boys' interview.
I grab my keys and purse and didn't care about what I was wearing.
I jumped into my car and drove to the studio.
"Hey Lily." Harry greets outside the studio. "Hello, Harry!" I smile. I walk inside and sit on the couch with Zayn and Liam. Louis walks towards us and looks at me. He just turns away and sits away from me.
"What's up with Louis?" I ask Zayn. "I don't know. He's been acting weird lately." Zayn whispers back. "Eleanor told him to stay away from you." Liam interrupts. "Ugh." I groan. "I back-stabbed my best friend. And she back-stabbed me. Why am I such a b?"
"Listen, Lily. You're not a b. Eleanor is just being protective over him. I mean OVER protective. I know what you did was wrong. And bad. But she doesn't have do to this." Harry joins in.
"You're right." I sigh. "I'm just going to get out of your lives." I say getting up and walking to the door.
I get back into my car and drive down the free way, fast.
I end up driving to the nearest big city. I look over to the passenger seat and see Louis' phone sitting there.
I see that there were 13 unread texts. I read some of them. 'Keep following the plan. Break her heart. -N' 'Don't talk to her and look at her.' -El' 'Don't be like that. El is just jealous and even though you cheated. -Z'
I start to feel a hot tear stream down my face and my vision starts getting blurry.
I swerve to the opposite lane and jerk back.
I arrive in L.A. and go to the entrance of the hotel.
"One room please. One night." "Ok. Here's your key. Have a nice vacation." The desk lady says.