His Bandmate

I smile as I step inside the apartment after a day of working. Lea was mad that she didn't get invited to the party, even though I said that I thought it would be just me and Harry. She's always thought I was weird for not wanting to celebrate. I guess I am weird in the eyes of other people, but I don't see the reason for it, not when it comes to myself. I don't have a problem celebration other people though. Maybe I should lighten up on the subject, letting people go out with me and take a beer or something, just no gifts. I still feel bad for the gifts the guys have me.

I decide to take a quick shower as I get home, hoping that Louis won't come while I'm in here. I pull my hair up in a bun and step inside the warm water, only scrubbing my body. I want to get the days work off my body for our movie night. I'm really looking forward to it.

I grab a pair of leggings and a big knitted sweater as I've dried myself and put on underwear. I let my hair out again and feel comfy though nice looking. I walk out into the kitchen to get the popcorn in the microwave before pouring candy in one bowl and chips in another. I went all out on snacks. The sodas is in the fridge, getting cold. I smile as I put the bowls on the table in the living room and two glasses. I sit down on the couch and frown. It's eight already since I worked an extra hour because Lea had an dentist appointment today. We didn't really say a time for this movie date, so I don't know when he had planned on coming.

I put the TV on as I wait, curling up on the couch. After another thirty minutes of mindless sit-com watching I decide to text Louis and see when he planned on being here.

To Louis
Hi! Just wondering when you thought you'd be here?

I set the phone down on the couch beside me. I have a little uneasy feeling in my stomach, I don't know why. Did he think that I would come to his place? He did give me his key. And in that case, wouldn't he be missing me right now? I frown, biting the nail on my thumb. I check my phone but hasn't gotten an answer. I don't think he would expect me to come to his place, that would mean more planning since Harry lives in the same building. I can't just call Harry and see where he is, that would be too suspicious. I sigh and put my phone down again, changing the cannel on the TV.

I sit and wait, starting to feel like an idiot. If we were suppose to have a movie night, that would mean a decent hour right? Not like midnight!? He can't expect me to stay up that late, I have to work in the morning. My irritation is starting to built. I look at the bowls on the table, still full except a few popcorn that I've eaten. My appetite has disappeared though.

I don't know what to do. Should I call him? What if he's with Harry? What if someone sees the phone display? Shit! This is so fucking confusing. He should know to contact me though right, if he got stuck with one of the guys? It isn't that hard to send away a text message telling that he can't come. This is getting me really pissed actually.

I look at the watch, seeing that it's eleven forty-five. I close my eyes in pure frustration before turning the TV off and walking out of the living room, turning the lights off. I leave the bowls with snacks on the table, not feeling like taking care of it right now. I can do that in the morning.

I wash my makeup off and crawl under the cover after checking to see that the front door is closed and locked. I sigh heavy as I lay there and watch the dark ceiling. I've checked my phone hundred times for a message, but nothing. I can't believe he did this to me. He couldn't have forgotten since we made the plan only last night. Except if he hit his head and got memory loss. If that's not the case, he will get a headache from the hit I'm going to give him. I feel like slapping him silly. I can't understand why he would do something like this? I feel like a moron for waiting for him all night, sitting on my couch like a looser. I knew this all was too good to be true. Fuck him for doing this to me.

I sigh irritated before laying on my side and closing my eyes, forcing myself to sleep. It takes a while, but after an hour or so, I fall into restless slumber.




I wake up to my alarm and my head feels like it will be blowing up any second. I have not slept good at all. The late hours and frustrating emotions has really put it's marks on me with a banging headache. I sit up on the bed, swinging my legs over the edge and it takes me a while to actually stand up. I stride over to the bathroom and the cabinet where I keep my painkillers. I pop two into my mouth before drinking some water to let them slide down my throat. My whole body feels tense and I can barely move my neck. I haven't had this bad of a headache in so long, it's deadly. I sigh before getting ready for work, I have to work. I know this headache will ease up when the painkillers kick in and I move around a little to ease my muscles.

I step into the bakery, hating the people in it. I don't actually hate them, I just don't want to deal with them right now. I put my things in the back, checking my phone a last time, seeing it's empty display. I shake my head a little in anger before putting it away. I don't even know what do to about this. If Louis were my boyfriend I would give him hell, make him pay for it. But he's not, so how do I act to make him see that this is not acceptable, but not loose him? I don't want to loose him. I know I haven't expressed my feeling for him, more that show them through kisses and sex, but that doesn't count now do they. We did that before any feelings were involved. He has given me some hints that he actually likes me too, but still not the exact words has been uttered.

“Hey.” I mumble as I step out of the back room and lean on the counter beside Lea.

“Hey you.” She say, looking me over before taking care of the next customer. “You need anything passive to do?” She ask as the customer leaves. I just nod at her, feeling like I want to throw up. “There is some new napkins in the back that you can unpack.” She say and I sigh before walking into the back and start unpack the packages of napkins.

She was right, it was a passive job and doesn't need me to concentrate too much. This headache mixed with the hurt and anger for last night, is a dreadful combination. I feel exhausted. When that job is done I unpack the coffee beans we've gotten also. An hour later of idle work Lea peeks her head in the back and asks how it's going. My head has lighten up a little and I don't feel like I'm under attack anymore. I walk with her out to the front, since we're not suppose to leave it unsupervised.

“How are you?” She ask, her expression full of concern.

“Not too well. Have a headache from hell.” I sigh. She wrinkles her nose. “And I kind of got stood up last night.” I mumble, feeling my irritation being brought up to the surface again.

“What do you mean?” She ask with raised eyebrows as she looks at me shocked.

“We had a movie night planned and he never showed up. Never even called or texted..” I whisper so the customer doesn't hear me. Lea knows exactly who I'm talking about. I know what my face is showing, a frown and a cold stare, because that all I can manage.

“Oh! You don't think he forgot or something?” She tries to make excuses for him and that kind of irritates me even more. She should be on my side.

“No, we planned it the night before! Besides he could have called! I even texted to see when he was going to show, but nothing.” I raised my voice and sigh as Lea looks over at the few customers in the shop. She smiled excusing at them as I dig a hand through my hair, pulling at the roots. She take a hold of my arm, stroking it in a soothing way.

“I'm sorry babe, that is horrible. He's an idiot!” She exclaim and give me a pity look.

“You're right about that.” I mumble before leaning my back against the counter. “I don't know what to do.” I say frustrated, my voice gotten a little more sad.

“Give him hell.” Lea shrug. I bite my lip.

“But what if I loose h..” I start to say but she interrupts me.

“If he isn't treating you the best that he can, then he isn't worth your time.” She gives me a serious stare. “You need to make sure that he does, because otherwise it will never work and he will hurt you over and over.” I look away as her words hit me. I know she's right. It's just hard to actually do. The fact that I just recognized, or at least admitted, my feelings for him makes it harder. I want his presence with me, but still I don't want to sit on my couch night after night and wonder if he's going to show up this time. I'm not that kind of girl.

I nod at Lea before we continue working. I decide to bake some cookies as Lea deals with the customer, I'm still too tired to pretend to smile and be nice. Thankfully I don't have to since she's here. I do all the work behind the counter as she takes care of the customers.



When work ends at six I walk home and groan as I step into my living room, only wanting to lay down on my couch. The bowls with snacks is still sitting on the table, poking me in the eyes with the face that I got stood up last night. I take then into the kitchen, pouring everything in the trash and putting the bowls in the sink. I walk back and face-plant on the couch.

I can't comprehend what I've done to deserve this. Why does he make me feel like this? Why doesn't he even care enough to call me or return my text? I guess things wasn't as good as I thought. Maybe the key to his apartment was only a sex-thing. Come over when you feel frisky -kind of thing. I groan into the pillow. I hate feeling like this. I feel weak, and I don't do weak. I don't let guys control me, I don't let them do what the hell they want. I feel the fire burning inside me with fury.

I lay there for a couple of minutes more before I put the TV on and watch without really watching. I don't care about food, so I don't get any dinner. I probably should, but I don't care.

At ten I decide to go to bed, I didn't get too much sleep the night before, so hopefully I will now. I put my phone on the dresser before I pull my hair up in a ponytail as I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash off. When I dry my hands on the towel I hear my phone ring on the dresser and my heart speed up. I walk over to see his name flash on the screen. I hesitate, wanting to hit ignore, but then again I do want to hear his lame excuse for not showing. I swipe she screen and put the phone to my ear. I hear his breathing on the other line.

“Yeah?” I ask after a couple of seconds. I stand with my other arm wrapped around my core, holding myself together. I can feel my emotions simmering on the surface.

“Hey.” He says, sounding all too happy. I narrow my eyes at his tone of voice. “What are you doing?” He ask, like nothing has happened. I sigh.

“I was getting ready for bed. Where the hell were you last night?” I ask, feeling the fire burn deep in me. I couldn't hold up the small talk, I need to get to the point before I explode.

“Oh, sorry about that. I totally forgot that we were going to Germany.” He chuckles. “Liam reminded me like an hour before and I had to pack so quick that I even forgot socks.” He say, sounding so uncaring. I close my eyes, almost shaking with anger. He doesn't even feel bad for not calling me before.

“And you couldn't have told me?” I ask in a whisper, only because I would probably yell otherwise. I'm really trying to hold my temper here.

“Well...the guys were with me the whole time so I couldn't call, and I couldn't have call on the plane either way. Then my phone died because I played too many games on the ride there and I kind of forgot my charger when I had to stress pack.” He rambles, making excuses, chuckling a bit. I bite the inside of my lip.

“You couldn't have borrowed a charger or a phone?” I ask, my voice bitter. I think he's starting to pick up on my mood, because his voice changes a little.

“I couldn't get a hold of a charger until later and I couldn't borrow any of the guys's phones, they would have known.” He say, his voice now confused and no longer so happy.

“You could have figured it out. Do you realize how stupid I felt sitting here waiting for you like an idiot?” I shout, my temper exploding by all his lame excuses. He doesn't even seem to care.

“Wh..” He starts but I'm not finished yet.

“It's not fun, waiting for something that never comes. Waiting for an idiot who can't even make sure that he contacts you when he leaves the fucking country.” I shout, getting out of breath, the anger boiling inside me. I pace back and forth in the room. “I can't fucking do this. I can't handle this right now.” I say, my voice now lower in disrepair. I take the phone from my ear hearing a Juli... before I hit end. I throw the phone towards the other side of the room, it bounces off the bed and hit the floor.

I slide down to the floor, my back leaning against the wall as the tears come. I sob into my arms that is resting on my knees. I feel like someone ripped my chest open. Why does it have to hurt so much? Why doesn't he care? Why do I have to care too much?

I hear my phone ring on the floor but I ignore it. The tears falling fast down my cheeks, me hiccuping through the sobs.

I know that I probably exaggerated this. But I feel like I should be treated good even if we're a secret. If we were fuck-buddies, then maybe I could except it, but we're not. We've reached an agreement on that, right?

I guess my emotions is heighten a bit, probably because it's time for my period. My hormones is going crazy. Sure, maybe I shouldn't have yelled like that. But he didn't even seem to realize that he had done anything wrong, like he could just walk all over me without no explanation, consequence or anything. I can't deal with that. Maybe we shouldn't do this. He may have changed, but maybe not enough...

Notes

Well here you go. A little more drama, like you wanted! Hope you're happy! I almost cried writing it :P

Did you think she overreacted?

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