Blame it on the Alcohol
Part 2
I froze, the sound of the door closing echoing like crazy in my now empty flat. The room was spinning, I couldn’t handle it. I fell to my knees, fresh tears streaming down my face, my chest aching with heartbreak. Nearly 2 years of my life had just walked out the door; the love of my life had just walked out of the door. I’m not sure how, but I sank into the fetal position and started sobbing, the sounds escaping my mouth reverberating through the small, narrow hallway.
“How could you?” I whispered to no one.
My body shook and I closed my eyes and let the pain take over.
- - -
I could hear the tv, the characters of some reality show yelling softly at each other. I opened my eyes. I was back in my bed, clothed and showered. How I got here, I was clueless towards. I pushed my comforter off my body and got out of bed. I got to the doorway of my room when I heard stirring in the living room.
“Shelly? Are you finally awake?” the familiar voice of my best friend, Sammy called from the living room.
“Sammy? How’d you get in?” I croaked, shuffling down the hallway and into the dimly lit living room.
“I’m your best friend. I know where you keep your spare key,” she replied, looking up at me from her spot on my leather couch.
“How long have you been here?” I asked, plopping down beside her.
“Almost 6 hours.”
“Seriously? I don’t remember a thing. What happened?”
“Well, I came to pick you up so we could go out like we had planned, but you didn’t answer the door for shit, so I let myself in. I found you lying in the hallway, crying hysterically. I tried to get you to explain to me what had happened to you, but you couldn’t speak. I spent like an hour trying to calm you down and once I did, you took a shower and put on some clothes, then went to your room and fell asleep. What the fuck happened, Shelly?”
Fresh tears formed as I remembered why I had been so hysterical. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice before I answered.
“Harry left me. He told me he didn’t want me to be unhappy anymore and left.”
“I fucking knew that wanker couldn’t be trusted! What ever happened to him being so bloody happy with you? If he hadn’t left this morning, I would fucking find him and kick his skinny ass!” Sammy exploded with anger.
Despite the fact I was sad, Sammy’s genuine care for me made me smile.
“So he didn’t give you a real explanation?” Sammy asked, her green eyes sparkling with anger.
“What do you mean?” I croaked.
“You don’t simply leave someone after almost 2 years over something simple. There’s a larger explanation.”
“No there’s not. I’m just a bitchy girlfriend and he finally saw it,” I mumbled.
“Don’t tell yourself that, Shelly! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m not going to have my best friend think her longest relationship ended because of something she didn’t do,” Sammy replied, pulling out her iPhone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling Niall.”
“No, don’t! He probably doesn’t know anything. Don’t bring the other boys into this, please!”
It was too late. She turned her phone on speaker and the loud ringing of the line called out. My heart beat like a bird caught in a cage. What if there is a bigger, terrible explanation. I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
“’Ello, lassie. How may I be of assistance this evenin’?” Niall’s cheery, Irish accent called out after a few rings.
“I have a few questions for you about one of your bloody chaps.” Sammy asked coldly.
“For the last time, Zayn is not gay. How many times do I have to explain this to you, love?”
“Was Harry cheating on Shelly? And don’t you fucking lie to me, Horan! I will come to your house and rip your balls off if you do!”
I heard Niall take a breath, like he had been waiting for this day to come and it had finally come. I feel back into the couch cushions, the fear spreading through my body.
“He’s been seein’ this bird for about 4 months now. I wanted to tell Shelly, honestly, but I didn’t want to get in the middle. Tell her I’m sorry.” And with that, Niall hung up.
My heart sank. Sammy was right.
“That motherfucking bastard! I will find him and fuck his pretty fucking cheating face up!” Sammy yelled, tossing her phone down on the couch between us in anger.
“4 months. How could he lead me on like that for so long?” I murmured, tears once again falling down my face.
“How could you?” I whispered to no one.
My body shook and I closed my eyes and let the pain take over.
- - -
I could hear the tv, the characters of some reality show yelling softly at each other. I opened my eyes. I was back in my bed, clothed and showered. How I got here, I was clueless towards. I pushed my comforter off my body and got out of bed. I got to the doorway of my room when I heard stirring in the living room.
“Shelly? Are you finally awake?” the familiar voice of my best friend, Sammy called from the living room.
“Sammy? How’d you get in?” I croaked, shuffling down the hallway and into the dimly lit living room.
“I’m your best friend. I know where you keep your spare key,” she replied, looking up at me from her spot on my leather couch.
“How long have you been here?” I asked, plopping down beside her.
“Almost 6 hours.”
“Seriously? I don’t remember a thing. What happened?”
“Well, I came to pick you up so we could go out like we had planned, but you didn’t answer the door for shit, so I let myself in. I found you lying in the hallway, crying hysterically. I tried to get you to explain to me what had happened to you, but you couldn’t speak. I spent like an hour trying to calm you down and once I did, you took a shower and put on some clothes, then went to your room and fell asleep. What the fuck happened, Shelly?”
Fresh tears formed as I remembered why I had been so hysterical. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my voice before I answered.
“Harry left me. He told me he didn’t want me to be unhappy anymore and left.”
“I fucking knew that wanker couldn’t be trusted! What ever happened to him being so bloody happy with you? If he hadn’t left this morning, I would fucking find him and kick his skinny ass!” Sammy exploded with anger.
Despite the fact I was sad, Sammy’s genuine care for me made me smile.
“So he didn’t give you a real explanation?” Sammy asked, her green eyes sparkling with anger.
“What do you mean?” I croaked.
“You don’t simply leave someone after almost 2 years over something simple. There’s a larger explanation.”
“No there’s not. I’m just a bitchy girlfriend and he finally saw it,” I mumbled.
“Don’t tell yourself that, Shelly! I’m getting to the bottom of this. I’m not going to have my best friend think her longest relationship ended because of something she didn’t do,” Sammy replied, pulling out her iPhone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling Niall.”
“No, don’t! He probably doesn’t know anything. Don’t bring the other boys into this, please!”
It was too late. She turned her phone on speaker and the loud ringing of the line called out. My heart beat like a bird caught in a cage. What if there is a bigger, terrible explanation. I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
“’Ello, lassie. How may I be of assistance this evenin’?” Niall’s cheery, Irish accent called out after a few rings.
“I have a few questions for you about one of your bloody chaps.” Sammy asked coldly.
“For the last time, Zayn is not gay. How many times do I have to explain this to you, love?”
“Was Harry cheating on Shelly? And don’t you fucking lie to me, Horan! I will come to your house and rip your balls off if you do!”
I heard Niall take a breath, like he had been waiting for this day to come and it had finally come. I feel back into the couch cushions, the fear spreading through my body.
“He’s been seein’ this bird for about 4 months now. I wanted to tell Shelly, honestly, but I didn’t want to get in the middle. Tell her I’m sorry.” And with that, Niall hung up.
My heart sank. Sammy was right.
“That motherfucking bastard! I will find him and fuck his pretty fucking cheating face up!” Sammy yelled, tossing her phone down on the couch between us in anger.
“4 months. How could he lead me on like that for so long?” I murmured, tears once again falling down my face.
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As soon as I have enough time to actually sit down and write. Maybe later this week :)
2/19/13