Jamie’s POV
So, the party was here already. Well damn, it seems like just yesterday that we were leaving England and I was getting texts from Anthony. We were all wearing our dresses, our hair done and heels on. Well, I had matching Converse instead because… screw high heels.
Prepared for our entrance… and… opening the doors, strutting in sexily.
“That little bitch didn’t see my entrance.” I stated, finding Zayn facing the other way and talking to a complete stranger. Yes, that stranger was a chick. No, I am not worried about him flirting with her. Why should I be?
“Neither did my bitch.” Clarisse stated, finding Liam also facing the other way.
“My bitch doesn’t even know I'm coming, so I think I win.” Codie told us.
“Shut up you ho.” I told her, walking away and finding my babe. I sat on the stool next to him.
“So, you wanna dance?” the chick he was talking to asked.
“No, I'm waiting for someone.” He shut her down completely. I smiled, I knew I could trust him. Since that’s the case, I’ll tell him about Anthony tomorrow, that way we can have fun tonight. No worries about anything.
“Hey there Veronica.” I said, as the girl walked away.
“What the fu-” he turned and saw that it was me. “Oh, hey babe.”
“Don't look happy or anything, it’s fine, I’ll just go now and talk to Niall. See if he wants to dance with me…” I said, standing up and starting to walk away, pretending to find the Irish leprechaun.
“It’s not that I'm not happy, I was just surprised.” He grabbed my wrist, turning me to face him. “Would you have preferred if I greeted you more like this…” he coughed to get his voice ready. “Like OMG, hey bae, ILY!” he said in a girly voice, popping his left hand.
“I think I like the other greeting better thanks ‘bae’.” I mocked him.
“Whatever.” He says, hugging me and lifting me from the ground. “You look beautiful by the way.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, before putting me down.
“Don't look too shabby yourself.” I said, almost falling over. Well, I would have if he hadn’t of been holding me.
“Well, want to dance babes?” he asked me.
“Sure, why not?” he pulled me to the dance floor and looked like he was a dying whale as he so called, ‘danced’. “I think I found out why I wouldn’t want to.” I told him.
“Hey, you cannot deny that you don't love this.” he tried to convince me, pulling me up to him. I hadn’t taken my mask off yet, well, I couldn’t. Masquerade party rules.
“Yes, yes I can.”
***
It had been hours, since it was 12:30 at night. For most of that time I had been dancing, and thanking myself for putting Converse on instead of heels. So, my feet are killing me, and with the amount that I had drunk during the night, my bladder was striking again. “Babes, I have to pee. I’ll be back soon, kay?” I said, already leaving Zayn’s side so I could get to the bathroom immediately.
“Mmkay, I’ll be here-ish.” he told me. I ran off to the toilet and came back out, finding Amelie talking to Zayn. They looked deep in conversation, so I ordered a drink before I walked over to them. “Hey, what are you two walking about?” I asked, Amelie scoffed before she left. “What is her problem?” I asked.
When I looked at Zayn’s face, it was like someone had just died in front of him. I don't think he was even looking at me, more like… through me. “Zayn, are you okay?” I asked him.
“You wanna know if I'm okay? Now you are worried about me?” he rolled his eyes at me, before turning and walking away. “You should have thought about that before!” he shouted at me, walking outside.
“What the hell?” I asked no one, talking to myself. I followed him outside, drink still in hand. “What in the name of hell was that about?!” I immediately shouted, pissed off about… I don't know what I'm pissed off about.
“Don't act like you don't know! Don't act like everything is normal!” he shouted, throwing his hands in the air, before fumbling around in one of his pockets and pulling out a cigarette box and a lighter.
“I'm not acting about anything you dick! I have no idea what the hell you are on about right now.” He pulled out a cigarette, shaking as he put it to his lips. “Don't you dare light that.” I told him. He shook his head, before lighting the cigarette. He blew out smoke over my face. “What changed in the few minutes I had disappeared for?” he was being such an arse.
“You wanna know what changed?” he asked, I heard the venom drip from his words.
“Uh, yeah, actually. I do want to know what changed.” I said, holding my drink in one hand, and the other was holding my arm from the cold. He took an oddly calm breath through the cigarette, then breathed out slowly, more smoke was filling the air.
“I know everything.” He almost spat at me. Actually, I think he did spit a little when he said that.
“Which is what?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Hmm, what about the fact that you cheated and went back to your ex?” what? If possible, I became more confused. “Amelie told me everything, about the flowers, the chocolates. How you always received messages from him. You can’t keep up this innocent act any longer. You said you had always hated cheaters, but that’s just what you are. What is wrong with you? You f*cking hypocrite.”
He just swore at me. Did he just call me what I think he called me. I could see him trying not to cry, and I was too. He really thought I would cheat on him. I was in shock. How could he even think like that? Amelie the little f*cker. She had always expected the worst from me, and now she had made Zayn think the same. His hand was still shaking as he breathed in more of the cigarette. I gave him a pleading look, which he must have taken the wrong way, because he let out a depressed sigh and faced the other way. That made me even angrier.
Now, there is no nice Jamie anymore.
“What the f*ck is wrong with me? Huh? What about you? What the f*ck is wrong with you? If I ever were to cheat on you, I would never do it with Anthony. So, you think this is all just an act? Hard to be lying about something when I'm only learning of it just now. All the messages huh? I never responded to any of them.” I tried calming down, but it only made me more fired up.
“I can’t help it if Anthony knows where I live, can I?! I can’t just go and change my address like I can my phone number! I can’t block certain people that send mail to me!” I shouted, insides flipping out from the anger I was having.
“So you think I shouldn't know if your ex is contacting you?! I thought you understood the whole ‘trust’ thing! I would tell you if my ex was contacting me! Did you do the same?! No! Because you only think and do what is best for you.” He said the last part quietly. I finally couldn’t hold the tears in any longer. “You lying little bitch-”
“Stop.” I warned him.
“Why should I? What makes you think I believe a single thing you just told me? You just don't want to hear the truth. You selfish f*cken-”
“Stop.” I told him again. Before he had a chance to attack and break me even more, I started speaking again. “You want to know why I think you would believe a word I said? Because of this ‘trust’ thing we have… or should I say ‘had’? I know what I did wasn’t right, and I should have told you straight away, but when I was going to tell you we were too busy trying to get me to the ground safely.
“After that, it never seemed like the right time. And to be honest, I was too shocked to even admit that he was messaging me. There are no feelings towards him apart from hate. There is nothing for him now. And why, of all people, did you believe a single thing that Amelie told you? You know that over half of the things she says is bullshit. She never even asked me about any of this. Do you want to know something else?
“I bet she probably didn’t tell you that the flowers and chocolates were in the bin. Or that I blocked his number. So, maybe you can pull your head out of your ass. Also, remember that next time you accuse me of something like this, that you should get all of your facts straight.” I threw the liquid that was still in my glass on his face, putting out the cigarette and leaving him dripping wet and bright blue.
“So, guess what? F*ck you, you f*cking hypocrite.” I told him, before I turned away and went for a walk around the block. When I got back, I hadn’t even cried yet. I would save that until I got back to the hotel, when I didn’t have make-up on and what had happened would actually dawn on me.
I didn’t stay at the party for much longer, since I called a taxi and got back to the hotel before I ended up killing someone. Right now, I was not in the mood for shit. But when the other girls got home, and Amelie scoffed at me again. I snapped.
“What?! What now Amelie?!” I shouted.
“You know f*cken well what!” she retaliated.
“Oh! Would it be the fact that I apparently cheated on Zayn with Anthony?!” I asked, the rest of the girls gasped.
“Yes!” she shouted back.
“I would never do that! It’s not my fault that he started messaging me and started acting like a stalker!” I shouted. “You of all people should know when to get their facts straight before accusing people of shit like that!”
“Well-”
“Don't you f*cken start! You just wanted to screw me and Zayn up! Didn’t you?! You just wanted us over so you could have all the attention!” I accused her of shit I knew wasn’t happening.
“No! I didn’t!”
“Exactly!” I pointed out. “How do you like it when you are accused of something you know isn’t true?! I had just gotten Zayn off of smoking, and he smoked in front of me! He blew the smoke on my face!”
“JUST SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!” Codie shouted, inbetween us. I was taking deep breaths that was shaking. I was shaking. “Amelie, stay out here with Elysse and Clarisse, I will get to you in a minute.” She turned to face me. “We, are going to our room.” She stated, dragging me after her.
She sat me down on the bed that we have to share and looked me straight in the eyes. “What happened?” Codie asked quietly. I didn’t really answer, instead I just broke down crying. She pulled me to her chest, stroking my hair. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything will be okay.”
“No, no, i-it wo-won’t.” I stammered through the tears.
“Yes, everything will work out. You just have to tell me what happened.” She pushed my shoulders back and looked straight into my eyes.
“Well, Anthony had been sending me messages. I had ignored them, never responding once.” I started.
“When did this start happening?” she asked.
“When we came to England last.” I answered. She sighed.
“Keep going then.” She instructed.
“I was going to tell him, but it never seemed like the right time and I didn’t want to tell him over text or calling him. I wanted to be with him so I could make him listen to me. So, after I blocked his number he started sending me shit, like flowers and chocolates and a teddy bear.” I told her. “So when Amelie must have found it, she assumed the worst, the little f*cken bitch.
“But anyway, when we were on the plane I had decided I would tell him about Anthony tomorrow, so we could enjoy tonight. And when I went to pee, I came back out and found Amelie talking to Zayn. When I went to them, she had scoffed like she did when she walked into the room then, and Zayn looked like someone had just died in front of him. Then he snapped at me.
“After that I had followed him outside and we had an argument. He called me a ‘f*cken hypocrite’ then a ‘lying bitch’ and then I'm fairly sure next was ‘f*cken wh*re’ but I cut him off after ‘f*cken’. So I explained everything to him, threw my drink all over him. Oh, did I mention that he blew smoke in my face after I asked him not to light one?” I ranted.
“Jamie, I think you need to calm down and go to sleep.” Codie told me.
“But I think I need to shout at Zayn some more, it might help me.” I pleaded, wiping tears from my eyes.
“No, you can do that later. Now, you need sleep, you look like a zombie.” She told me.
“Okay, but will you tell Amelie off and ground her?” I asked, feeling exhaustion start to hit me in the face. Probably with a pimp slap.
“Of course I will.” She responded, leaving the room. “AMELIE! YOU LITTLE COW COME HERE NOW BEFORE I PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND HANG YOUR HEAD ON MY WALL!!!” good, Amelie would be getting told off. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, letting out all of my stress.
And with the screaming done, I changed into my pyjamas and climbed into bed. I practically cried myself to sleep…

Notes

A/N:
HEY GUYSS
Yes, that did just happen. Ssssooorrrrryyyyyyyy.
I still love you little minions!! So, um, yeah, ill see you next chapter.
Hehe, loving the cliffhanger here. You’ll probably have to wait for a week now mwahahahahahahahahahahahmwahahahahahahahah *cough cough* seriously, I need to stop laughing.
Love you minions!!!!
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