The Boy I Fell In Love With
Again?
Samantha's POV:
The shopping bag slipped from my fingers. The pounding numbness I was used to for two years came back to my head as I watched Louis and a blondie kiss on the couch. Then, it hit me. She was the one that he cheated on me for, the one that kissed him when we weren't together yet, the one who stabbed me, and the one that he again cheated on me for. She was the one for him. Was life so unfair for me that I wasn't his? And he wasn't mine? And then I reminded myself that life doesn't work that way. Life is unfair for everyone. But this time, it seems that I have the harshest, rockiest romance.
For a second, I was just standing there. Just watching. It didn't sink in yet. And in my head, I kept thinking, Am I really that bad for Louis to cheat on me two times? Tears slipped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. I made no attempt to wipe them away. Louis had not seen me yet. So this was his so called meeting?
I must have sniffled loudly for Louis to hear me, so he got up, with not one bit of remorse in his eyes. "Haley," he whispered in her ear, stroking his finger up and down her neck, "Why don't you go to the other room? I'll just have to deal with her." He spoke the last word like I was so disgusting, just a piece of roadkill on the side of the road. Haley smirked at me, gave me the finger, and sashayed into my bedroom.
"So you cheat on me again?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"We weren't even together," he spat at me, "and I like Haley more than you, a little piece of shit."
Now that hurt. One thing is Louis kissing another girl, but him insulting me? That was over the line. I stumbled back. "Keep my things," I choked out to Louis, tears blurring my vision as I blindly made my way to the door, "I don't want to be reminded of you. You should remember the things you did to hurt me." My hand s shook as I went to the ajar door. As I was leaving, I turned back to him, my glare now cold. "I regret ever knowing you." And with that, I left.
Louis's POV:
I can't believe I just said that. I can't believe she just said that. She regretted ever knowing me. Did I look like I didn't care about her? I don't know. I don't know. I did care about her. Why did I even go with Haley again? The phone buzzed in my pocket. Why was Harry calling me?
"Hi," Harry said, sounding a bit confused. When I didn't return the greeting, Harry broke the awkward silence. "We went back to your picnic area and found that you two weren't there. Is everything alright?"
"No," I said, realizing that everything actually wasn't alright, "Everything isn't alright." Then I ended the call.
I went to Samantha's bedroom, and with a pang, I noticed that while Haley was in there, she took down all the photos of us. I saw shattered pieces of glass and photos strewn all over the floor. It was like she was gone from me. Forever. Blinking back tears, I saw Haley sitting on Samantha's bed, with devious smirk on her face.
"I'm glad you told her off," Haley hissed into my ear, wrapping her arms around my neck. "She deserved it."
And while I slept with Haley, I finally truly realized that Samantha didn't deserve it.
--
This morning I woke up, Haley still asleep. I turned on the telly and decided to fry some eggs. I was ready for Samantha to saunter in the kitchen, and kiss me. And then I remembered yesterday's events.
And as I was recalling yesterday's events, I noticed the news, flashing letters that spelled, Samantha Greyfield missing.
The shopping bag slipped from my fingers. The pounding numbness I was used to for two years came back to my head as I watched Louis and a blondie kiss on the couch. Then, it hit me. She was the one that he cheated on me for, the one that kissed him when we weren't together yet, the one who stabbed me, and the one that he again cheated on me for. She was the one for him. Was life so unfair for me that I wasn't his? And he wasn't mine? And then I reminded myself that life doesn't work that way. Life is unfair for everyone. But this time, it seems that I have the harshest, rockiest romance.
For a second, I was just standing there. Just watching. It didn't sink in yet. And in my head, I kept thinking, Am I really that bad for Louis to cheat on me two times? Tears slipped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. I made no attempt to wipe them away. Louis had not seen me yet. So this was his so called meeting?
I must have sniffled loudly for Louis to hear me, so he got up, with not one bit of remorse in his eyes. "Haley," he whispered in her ear, stroking his finger up and down her neck, "Why don't you go to the other room? I'll just have to deal with her." He spoke the last word like I was so disgusting, just a piece of roadkill on the side of the road. Haley smirked at me, gave me the finger, and sashayed into my bedroom.
"So you cheat on me again?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"We weren't even together," he spat at me, "and I like Haley more than you, a little piece of shit."
Now that hurt. One thing is Louis kissing another girl, but him insulting me? That was over the line. I stumbled back. "Keep my things," I choked out to Louis, tears blurring my vision as I blindly made my way to the door, "I don't want to be reminded of you. You should remember the things you did to hurt me." My hand s shook as I went to the ajar door. As I was leaving, I turned back to him, my glare now cold. "I regret ever knowing you." And with that, I left.
Louis's POV:
I can't believe I just said that. I can't believe she just said that. She regretted ever knowing me. Did I look like I didn't care about her? I don't know. I don't know. I did care about her. Why did I even go with Haley again? The phone buzzed in my pocket. Why was Harry calling me?
"Hi," Harry said, sounding a bit confused. When I didn't return the greeting, Harry broke the awkward silence. "We went back to your picnic area and found that you two weren't there. Is everything alright?"
"No," I said, realizing that everything actually wasn't alright, "Everything isn't alright." Then I ended the call.
I went to Samantha's bedroom, and with a pang, I noticed that while Haley was in there, she took down all the photos of us. I saw shattered pieces of glass and photos strewn all over the floor. It was like she was gone from me. Forever. Blinking back tears, I saw Haley sitting on Samantha's bed, with devious smirk on her face.
"I'm glad you told her off," Haley hissed into my ear, wrapping her arms around my neck. "She deserved it."
And while I slept with Haley, I finally truly realized that Samantha didn't deserve it.
--
This morning I woke up, Haley still asleep. I turned on the telly and decided to fry some eggs. I was ready for Samantha to saunter in the kitchen, and kiss me. And then I remembered yesterday's events.
And as I was recalling yesterday's events, I noticed the news, flashing letters that spelled, Samantha Greyfield missing.
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