*Louis’s POV*

Could a girl not get a hint? All I was doing was walking out of that theatre and Bradey or whatever the hell her name was latched onto my arm like she was my girlfriend or something. She even tried to pull the moves on me during the movie. She at first tried to pull the typical girl move; screaming at every possible scary part and hide and cling to me. Since that didn’t work the first time, she tried to get a little more… well, to put it bluntly, frisky.

I won’t even go into detail about that. I was pretty sure Harry was feeling good about himself. Yeah, he was sitting right beside me and I was going red in the face – not out of embarrassment either – as the girl kept trying to do things only what I would call a mere slut would do. Why did girls do this? Throw themselves out there to get what they want? What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this? One thing I learned for damn sure out of today. I was never going on a blind date again. Hell, I wasn’t ever going to tag along to anything with Harry again if it involved him trying to get into the pants of another girl.

I pretty much had to be forceful at this point. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what Harry was doing was for the goodness out of his heart, but I was pissed and hurt. Why couldn’t he leave me alone about this? I practically pushed her off of me. “Listen here.” I said to her. “If you didn’t get the hint the first time, I’ll just have to say it. I don’t want you. I don’t even know you. If you’re trying to find somebody to get inside your pants, go find someone else. Hell, go with Harry and your little friend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

I let out a huge breath. I made eye contact with Harry briefly before turning around and storming down the street. “Mate!?” I heard both him and Zayn call after me.

I was done. I was beyond pissed now. I needed to blow off steam. So I did what I usually did during the week. Go to the gym. Yeah, after the whole Cat disappearing before my sight thing, I decided to go to the gym. During the last week we bonded pretty closely, she taught me how to fight some. I wanted to keep myself in shape. I at least wanted to show her that I could take care of myself this time. I wanted to fight with nothing to stop me.

Was it even worth doing it now? I didn’t know why I kept coming back here. After the whole break-up deal with Eleanor, I knew I picked up more of a grumpy and arrogant mood, but how could someone blame me? After the shit I’ve been through, how can I simply become my old self? I murdered someone for goodness sake! All for her. Everything I’ve become was for her. Now she was gone. With just my mates around, I was completely fine. But with them gone, I got to thinking too much. If they had their girlfriends, I was still fine, but it was the kind of bullshit like today that Harry pulled that got me pissed off.

God, everything always revolved back to my feelings for Cat. I was hurt, yeah, but I loved her. How long could I do it? How long could I wait for her? Even now, that presence I always felt. It was gone. Where was she when I needed her? My heart was aching so bad that I just wanted to see her. Would that be enough? Just to see if she was okay? Was my doubt going so far that I can’t even feel her presence anymore? Nobody knew of my feelings for her. Nobody knew I even had feelings for a girl now. Her name has never been mentioned.

I walked into the gym, one of the boys at the counter gave me a shout out. I gave a small smile before heading back to where the weights were. I didn’t even bother changing out of my clothes. I took off my jacket and shirt. I picked up a hand wait, putting 40 lbs. on, ready to do some lifts.

I let the burn in my arms and my concentration to do as many lifts as possible keep my thoughts from getting to busy. This was my vent, I knew. From the beginning, I thought working out would allow me the chance to level up to match Cat. Now it was a vent.

A vent I knew wouldn’t last long. If I wasn’t careful, I’ll get too angry. I’ll snap.

I knew if I didn’t do something soon, I’ll end up doing something stupid. That slightly scared me. I didn’t know how far I would be willing to go then. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. No, that was what I least wanted. My emotions were running too high and if I didn’t tell someone soon, I was going to go crazy with it.

I had to do something.

Notes

Dayum, Louis is having some major mood swings here. Well, more like anger issues, but who can blame him?