I lay silently on my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling abandoned, alone. Louis is such a-a, I don't have words. I pick up my phone to look at the time, 5. Great, another day! Another day filled with suicidal thoughts and nobody to help my problems. Yeah, I know I probably sound like an idiotic 12 year old with no actual clue about the situation but, it's me.
I've locked myself in my bedroom for the rest of the summer, thinking of nothing but black space and lyrics. Lyrics to keep my sanity, hopefully pull me from the edge. I've lost my lover, I'm blocking out my best friend, I've left everything. All of my friends in London...even Brigid. About a week ago I received a letter in the mail from her, inviting me to her wedding. Brigid O'Connel and Oliver Sykes. It happened so quickly, their relationship just sparked and they're going to be happy together, just how every relationship should be.
My phone rings for the first time in weeks and I recognize the ringtone though it sounds somewhat extra terrestrial-like. I take the phone in shaky hands and answer as if I were a ghost, quickly and quietly.
"Hello?" My voice cracks into tears.
"Angel, oh my god, I'm so happy to hear from you! I thought you'd hurt yourself! Angel I am so thank-"
"Stop, Cyrah." I demand.
"But, Angel," I hear the cowering in her voice. The hurt voice she uses when she's hurt bad.
"I know he's with you," I glare. Quickly the phone is muffled, poorly, and she orders Louis to leave the room.
"He's gone, Angel."
"I miss you so much," I cry. "I miss you and the girls and Niall and Brigid, Oliver and the boys and even Louis!"
"Angel, it's okay! I'll book you a ticket to London for the morning if you want it!" Cyrah exclaims.
I sniffle and wipe the tears from my face, "no, I'm not moving back. I'll only be coming for Brigid's wedding. If you want-"
"Angel." New voice.
"I'm so fucking sorry," he says.
"You say it, but do you actually mean it?" I ask, tears rolling again.
"I do, please Angel. I'll re-propose and everything. I'll treat you how I should have treated you, like a fucking queen!
"Please, Angel. I'm hopelessly in love with you and I need you here so bad. I've kicked her to the curb and I told her I never wanted her. She admitted to slipping me drugs."
"I'll think about it, Louis."