Preference#23 Pierce The Veil shuffle part 2
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Liam(bulletproof love): There were three rings before she picked up. “Hello?” she seemed to be busy, my call pulling her away from the chaos. “Hey, Y/N. Its Liam…” I took a deep breath and prepared for her to hang up. “Liam?” she asked, almost shouting over the music. “Yeah..” I had no idea what to say. “Hey. How are you?” I heard the background sounds almost completely fade as she remained on the line. “I-I’m….good.” should I have just told her? tell her how fucking miserable I’ve been? “That’s nice. Good to hear” I could almost see her attempt at a genuine smile. “Yeah” this couldn’t be more awkward. “So, what are you up to?” she quickly tried to save the conversation. “I’m just at home, watching a little t.v.” I bet I sounded pathetic. “But it’s a saturday night! you should be out, having some fun!” I felt the mood lighten up, the awkward conversation taking a better turn. “Nah, I think I’ll just chill at home” I wanted nothing more than to get out of this damned apartment, but where would I go? She seemed to have been thinking about something, leaving a long, lingering pause, before answering. “You could come over?” she sounded almost hopeful, like she actually wanted me there. Did she pitty me? only inviting me because she felt bad? “My roommate is having a party right now, you could stop by? have a couple drinks?” she added hastily after I didn’t reply. “Uhh...sure” I could give a fuck if she was only doing this because she felt bad, if I was getting to see her, nothing else mattered. “Great! I-I mean, cool. See you soon.”, “See you soon” I replied. “Can’t wait to see you” she sounded genuine in saying this, only making me more hopeful. “Okay, yeah, me too” I stuttered like an idiot. “Ohh, and Liam?” she stopped me before I could hang up. “Yeah?”, “I’ve missed you.” My heart sped up, “I’ve missed you too.”
Harry(kissing in cars): “Fuck everybody else” I looked back up at her. “What?” she gave me a confused look, still wiping away the stray tears. “Fuck everybody else” I said much louder, stepping closer to her. “Harry, just go” She turned away clearly done with the conversation. “No, Y/N. Fuck everything! Why do we have to listen to what anyone else thinks? I’m not letting you go easy, not this time.” She shook her head, saying nothing while she rubs her temples. “Harry, you don’t get it-”, “No, you don’t get it. I love you Y/N, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. All that matters is us and what we think, and I honestly don’t see myself without you, I can’t see a future without you.” The broken look in her eyes almost made my knees buckle. She looked so lost and hurt and just so…tired. I did this to her, I ruined her and any chance of this working again. “Harry..” she began, running her hands through her silk hair. Before she could say anything else, I took one long stride towards her, minimizing the space between us. “Y/N” I breathed, inches away from her face. “I love you” I crashed my lips on her pink soft ones, moving my hands to cup her cheeks and her letting me. “Please” I begged when I parted from her lips, she responded with a swift nod and by pulling me back to fill the space between each other.She was always the one.
Zayn(yeah boy and doll face): Faint sounds of a woman talking near me made me regain consciousness. I couldn’t exactly open my eyes nor decipher what the woman was saying but I still listened and paid attention as though she was talking to me. She sounded official and genuinely concerned. “I’ll give you two some time to talk” I barely made out. “Okay, thank you” another voice sniffled. It sounded comforting and fresh to my ears, yet so familiar. I tried to lift my eyelids but it was no use, they felt locked in place. “Zayn...please wake up” the same comforting voice said, much closer this time. I felt small, cold hands find mine. “Zayn” they coaxed again. Waking up would solve every question I had right now, like where I was and who was talking to me. I tried again, only lifting them a small amount. I got a blurred image of a bright white room and a silhouette of a woman next to me. “Oh my god” she gasped, “Are you awake? please be awake, please talk to me” I felt her bring my hand to her lips, kissing the palm. Is it…? No, I’m imagining things. I bet none of this is even real. But all of it felt so real, the way the woman is kissing my palm so delicately, just like Y/N does, or her small, chilly hands. Just like Y/N’s. I could be dead and this my heaven. “Zayn…” she moved her lips to my cheek, leaving a soft peck. “Y/N?” my voice so quiet, I could barely hear it. “Oh my god! you’re awake!!” she exclaimed. “Am I dead?” I felt her wrap her arms around my shoulders and shake her head as it laid in the crook of my neck, “No” she sniffled again, “No, thank god.” her smooth hair was strewed across my cheek and one of her freezing hands were rubbing carefully up and down my arm. “I’m so sorry” I heard her try to calm herself down, taking in big breath to ease her shaky voice. “So so sorry. I love you. I love you so much” I should be mad. Why would she ignore me, make me think there was no hope left, to come now. I should’ve been livid, but I couldn’t. Not when the woman I love is embracing me, telling me she’s sorry, that she indeed loves me back. “I know, it’s okay. I love you.”
Niall(she makes dirty words sound pretty): “I haven’t seen Y/N in a while, and I have to say that I’m perfectly fine with it. I don’t miss anything” our occasional hook-ups, her big eyes, her soft hair.” None of it.She was nothing. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say ‘nothing’ I mean, she was a good fuck. But other than that, I’m fine without her.” I even surprise myself with these words. “Wow, well thats good...I guess” Zayn rubs the back of his neck and stands to leave. “What’s that suppose to mean?” I snap. “Nothing, calm down..It’s just that, you know, Y/N was a nice girl. Its a shame” he shakes his head and finally exits the apartment. Good, I didn’t need to hear any of that shit. I’m better off without her anyways, “Ohh god” I say with disgust, I sound like I’m going through a freaking break-up. She even went as far as not answering my calls or texts. “Fuck her” I mutter to myself.
*3 weeks later*
I stumbled onto the curb, a couple blocks away from the club. I could barely keep my balance as I walked home, or tried to at least. I couldn’t even tell if I was going the right way. “Fuck. I don’t know how to get the hell home” I laughed to myself as I leaned on a streetlight. Maybe I’ll call someone, but who? The guys all are still at the club and I would have my ass handed to me if I called anyone else on my phone for waking them up at this hour. “A cab!” I mentally patted my back when thinking of it. “but no wallet…” I replaced the mental pat on the back with a slap.. “Hmm…” I scrolled through my contacts and stopped at Y/N’s name. “Why do I even have her number still?” I slurred like a drunken idiot. I let my thumb linger over the call button before pressing it. I guess I don’t have a choice. “Hello?” Y/N asked, voice barely audible. “Y/N? heyyyyy” I giggled. Why the fuck did I giggle? “Niall. Are you drunk?” she sounded pissed which I found extremely funny. “Yerptydoo” I full on laughed into the phone. “I would take that as a yes” she sighed. “I-” she began, but I continued laughing. “Nia-”, “Shhh” I interrupted her yet again, following it with another outburst of laughter. “If you’re going to be difficult, call me back when you’re can act like an adult” I panicked, “Wait! don’t hang up” my mood had completely changed, “Please. Don’t hang up” I whispered while leaning my throbbing head on the cool metal pole. “would you like me to pick you up?”, “Yes” I suddenly felt sleepy. “Okay, where are you?” I gave her my location as clearly as I could and waited until I saw the black car pull up. She jumped out and helped me in the passenger seat. “Thank you” I laid my head back on the seat and stared at her, the grace of her hand as she turned the wheel and her silk-like hair disheveled in a bun, but still looking beautiful nonetheless. “You’re welcome” her voice still groggy. “I miss you, Y/N” I said before I could stop myself. She was quiet for a while before finally speaking. “I miss you too, Niall”, “Then why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts?” my eyelids felt almost impossible to keep open. “This is something we can talk about another time, just close your eyes.” she said softly. coaxing me to sleep. “Okay.” I breathed. I rested my hand where hers lied on her lap, letting me intertwined my finger with hers. “thank you” I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and finally shut my eyes.
Louis(stay away from my friends): I couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N since Liam left, leaving me with my imagination of what they could have done. She would never do that to me though. I know she wouldn’t. Along with the worry of her with another man came the creative thought of us together, even some memories. “God I miss her so much” I ran my hands over my face from my realization. I was complete shit without her. I stood from my place on the couch, grabbed my keys and went on my way. I had to see her, whether it did me any good or not, I just had to. I finally pulled up to her apartment and started towards the entrance, debating what to do next. What would she do? would she be angry? what if she missed me just as badly...Which was not likely. I buzzed her apartment number and waited for what seemed like years before she answered. “Yes?” she sounded off. “Y/N?” my own voice was shaky. “Louis…?” I cannot describe the joy I felt from her just saying my name. “ What are you doing here?” she asked, pulling me out of my trance. “I-um. I was wondering if I could come up...I think we need to talk. Please” I knew I probably sounded like a pathetic idiot but I couldn’t give a fuck. “Please” I begged. I heard her long sigh before agreeing, “Yeah...Okay” as soon as I was able to open the door, I bolted in. I ran up the multiple stairs, and made my way through the maze of hallways before ending up right in front of her door. She answered immediately, not even giving me a chance to knock. “You wanted to talk?” her voice held question and hesitation, while her eyes never left mine. “Yeah” I barely breathed. I stepped closer to her, becoming a mere inch or two away from her face. Her pink, supple lips so close to mine, and her soft, soulful eyes still peering into my brooding ones. Should I have even come? the fear of rejection is starting to crawl through my brain until I feel her body press against mine and her hands find my hair, tugging at the ends while that mouth I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks finally crash onto mine. “Don’t leave” she said against my mouth. “I don’t think I ever could.”
