We Meet Again
Chapter 2
I stared out the window while Sarah drove. Tonight was supposed to be a night filled with fun, music, and Justin Timberlake. It was all that at first, until I caught JT and Sarah making out after I came out of the restroom (did I just say restroom? America is taking its toll on me). Me and Sarah had a deal-high fives, handshakes, and hugs. Of course we wanted to shag them all, but we didn't want to get jealous of each other. It was to late now-I was so jealous, not to mention mad. Sarah's apologizies were going in one ear and out the other.
"C, I'm so sorry." Sarah's eyes welled up, which couldn't have been good for her vision. Since she was driving, I crosses my fingers and silently prayed I would make it home safely.
"If you weren't such a slut, you woudn't have to be."
"The opprotunity was perfect. You would have done the same thing. What was I supposed to do?" Sarah rolled her eyes.
I did the same. "First, I wouldn't do that, because I know my best friend would kill me if I did and I respect her feelings. Second, you would have done the same thing you did when we met Justin Bieber, Ed Sheeran, and Bruno Mars-stick with high fives, handshakes, and hugs."
"Fuck it, Celeste. What's up with you? Don't you know you're supposed to give your best friend a second chance?"
If she wasn't such a whore, asshole, and backstaber, maybe I'd think about it."
"You really are a Bradford bitch."
"Well, you're obviously just like the prostitutes I see on the streets, so what difference does it make?"
Just then, Sarah pulled to the side of the road. "Get out."
"What?" At first I was confused.
"Get the hell out of my car. I don't want you in here."
I opened the door and got out, appearing to be unfazed, but as soon as Sarah drove away, I cried, my tears blending in with the light drizzle that started. I took out my phone and scrolled down to the last contact in my phone and called. Let's just hope he stuck to his word this time and actually picks up the phone.
"Louis speaking." Great.
"Is Zayn there?"
"He's a bit, ah, drunk. Who is this, by the way?"
"My name's Celeste. Zayn might have mentioned me before?"
"Yea, back when we were on X-Factor, Zayn was all 'Celeste this' and 'Celeste that'. So, why are you calling at 1 in the morning?"
"Um, long story. I'm a bit lost, but I'm on the corner of 5th and Broadway. Could you pick me up?"
"If I can finally meet Celeste. I'll be there in 10 minutes."
I sat on a nearby bench, my exposed legs and arms shivering in the rain, now a downpour. I saw a car park across the street and someone get out. It was Louis, thank goodness, with a trench coat. Where he got it from, I din't know, but I snatched the coat from him and put it on. "Thanks, Louis. I'm Celeste, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Celeste. How about you get in the car and tell me what you're doing on 5th and Broadway in the middle of the night. Even the whores are gone."
I told him all about the day's events, about how I hadn't heard from Zayn in forever, and why I needed Zayn. Louis just nodded and drove to the hotel they were staying in.
"Well, I know you love Zayn, but you don't want comfort from a guy who's drunk, so how about you get in my bed so the guys don't get to you, and sleep. You can talk to Zayn in the morning."
"Okay." I was asleep before we got to the hotel, and woke up the next morning with my face buried in Louis' chest, his arms around my waist, mine around his neck. It was, well, perfect.
"C, I'm so sorry." Sarah's eyes welled up, which couldn't have been good for her vision. Since she was driving, I crosses my fingers and silently prayed I would make it home safely.
"If you weren't such a slut, you woudn't have to be."
"The opprotunity was perfect. You would have done the same thing. What was I supposed to do?" Sarah rolled her eyes.
I did the same. "First, I wouldn't do that, because I know my best friend would kill me if I did and I respect her feelings. Second, you would have done the same thing you did when we met Justin Bieber, Ed Sheeran, and Bruno Mars-stick with high fives, handshakes, and hugs."
"Fuck it, Celeste. What's up with you? Don't you know you're supposed to give your best friend a second chance?"
If she wasn't such a whore, asshole, and backstaber, maybe I'd think about it."
"You really are a Bradford bitch."
"Well, you're obviously just like the prostitutes I see on the streets, so what difference does it make?"
Just then, Sarah pulled to the side of the road. "Get out."
"What?" At first I was confused.
"Get the hell out of my car. I don't want you in here."
I opened the door and got out, appearing to be unfazed, but as soon as Sarah drove away, I cried, my tears blending in with the light drizzle that started. I took out my phone and scrolled down to the last contact in my phone and called. Let's just hope he stuck to his word this time and actually picks up the phone.
"Louis speaking." Great.
"Is Zayn there?"
"He's a bit, ah, drunk. Who is this, by the way?"
"My name's Celeste. Zayn might have mentioned me before?"
"Yea, back when we were on X-Factor, Zayn was all 'Celeste this' and 'Celeste that'. So, why are you calling at 1 in the morning?"
"Um, long story. I'm a bit lost, but I'm on the corner of 5th and Broadway. Could you pick me up?"
"If I can finally meet Celeste. I'll be there in 10 minutes."
I sat on a nearby bench, my exposed legs and arms shivering in the rain, now a downpour. I saw a car park across the street and someone get out. It was Louis, thank goodness, with a trench coat. Where he got it from, I din't know, but I snatched the coat from him and put it on. "Thanks, Louis. I'm Celeste, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Celeste. How about you get in the car and tell me what you're doing on 5th and Broadway in the middle of the night. Even the whores are gone."
I told him all about the day's events, about how I hadn't heard from Zayn in forever, and why I needed Zayn. Louis just nodded and drove to the hotel they were staying in.
"Well, I know you love Zayn, but you don't want comfort from a guy who's drunk, so how about you get in my bed so the guys don't get to you, and sleep. You can talk to Zayn in the morning."
"Okay." I was asleep before we got to the hotel, and woke up the next morning with my face buried in Louis' chest, his arms around my waist, mine around his neck. It was, well, perfect.
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