8 - Feelings

Zayn's Pov

Freya's image, tangled in the arms of another man, burned behind my retinas. How long I stood here, frozen in disbelief, was lost to me. A hand clasped my shoulder, a grounding touch that ripped me from the daze. It was Louis.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

The question hung in the air, 'Am I okay?' I pondered. My fingers raked through my hair, tugging at the strands as if to dislodge the image that clung to my mind. A tightness constricted my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, the veins in my neck bulged.

I wanted to break something, it had taken a lot of self control not to cause a scene in the bar, I wanted nothing more than to break the man's nose and take her back home with me.

"Yea, I'm good."

Mark looked on, he said nothing but he eyes looked far in thoughts.

"I'm going to head home now." I shook both their hands, I needed to be alone.

"Are you sure you are good?" Mark finally found his voice. "I can drive you home."

I smiled gratefull