The bass of the music vibrated through the walls of the underground club, and you could feel the thrum of it in your chest as you navigated through the crowd. You had had enough. Enough of waiting, enough of the games, enough of Nick treating you like you didn’t matter. He had left you alone on the sidewalk, abandoned, as if you were just another face in the crowd.

You spotted him almost immediately—surrounded by two girls, dancing and laughing like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just left you hanging on a busy London street. The anger bubbled up inside you, but you kept walking toward him, not bothering to hide how pissed you were.

You stopped in front of him, and he finally noticed you, raising an eyebrow as his grin faded a bit. He didn’t even seem to register the irritation on your face at first.

“Seriously, Nick? You left me on the sidewalk like I was nobody, and now you're here dancing with these girls?” Your voice sliced through the music, sharp and unforgiving.

Nick didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you, his expression unreadable, before that signature smirk appeared.

That was it. You were done. Without thinking twice, you grabbed your drink and threw it straight at his face. The liquid splashed over him, dripping down his shirt and soaking him completely.

Nick just stood there, blinking in shock, his expression one of complete disbelief. He didn’t say a word, just staring at you with wide eyes, clearly trying to comprehend what had just happened. His lips parted, but no words came out.

You turned on your heel and walked away, making your way through the crowd without sparing him another glance.