I sit with my hands in my lap, sneaking glances at you every now and again when you aren’t looking. It hurts me, mentally and physically, to look at you knowing the chemistry we once had between us and now everything is gone.

I thought we’d be amazing together— We were amazing together. I just don’t think you saw what I saw. I always knew I liked you more than you liked me, it was always obvious. I said ‘I love you’ first, I initiated every first of ours and so on, everything always seemed to be up to me.

You’re the 6th member of One Direction, and you were my best friend before everything went down. Confessions, apologies, sex and amends. We told the boys that we were dating and they were so happy for us, I was happy for us.

Part of me is happy it happened, part of me isn’t. It’s not everyday that you lose your bestfriend in one night. You thought that we weren’t meant to be dating, we were just better off as friends. I had to agree, I didn’t want to, but I had to. I couldn’t argue with you. We had to tell the boys that it was just a false alarm and we covered up the rest.

I stand up from the booth, looking down at you. “Can we talk?” I question and you nod, standing up and I walk off to a secluded hallway, knowing that you’re following behind me. “We’re drifting apart.” I state.