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I didn't get a response from Jordan; maybe because she didn't hear me or that she was too busy trying to stop Jess from doing something like killing herself. I grabbed my set of keys to the hotel room and my phone that was lying on the side of the table and headed out of the door and down the hall. Halfway down the hallway, I made the best attempt of wiping my make-up off of my face to make it look like I hadn't been crying non-stop.

When I arrived at the door near the end of the corridor, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Again, Jasmine answered the door in only her night clothes and I stared at her. She was paler than usual, probably because of all the drinking she'd consumed, but she didn't bother to come up with any stupid remark.

'Yes?' she whispered.

'Is Jack in?' I asked, peeking into the hotel room they were staying in. Jasmine moved so that she was blocking the way of my sight.

'No, he's not. But he won't be long so you can come in until he's back.' She replied.

Did she seriously just say that?

'Umm, thanks.' I muttered, unsure of how to respond to Jasmine's sudden nice comment. She stepped out of the way and let me in, going back to her original place of sitting at the table, downing tablet after tablet of aspirin to stop her headache. She'd seemed to have sobered down a bit after her sudden outburst of anger and violence earlier.

I sat on the sofa awkwardly; waiting impatiently and hoping Jack would hurry up and come in before it became even more awkward.

Jasmine was sat at the table, still falling into the trap of alcohol. I didn't dare ask her why in case she started up on one of her antics like earlier. Her face was about as pale as the cream white paper that decorated the walls of the hotel room. Every noise and movement I seemed to pick up on; my paranoia was going into overdrive. I sat on the sofa, stiff and still just to make sure that I definitely wasn't going to do anything wrong... like punch Jasmine in the face for cutting up my arm like a deranged animal.

I glared at her constantly without breaking my stare and secretly planned her death in my head. With that, we both jumped when there was a rustling of keys behind the hotel door and Jack revealed himself to us both.

'Chloe?' Jack looked shocked to see me for the second time tonight and already my eyes started to fill with tears. I tried to hold them back but I couldn't.

'I'll... um... leave.' Jasmine gestured to the door and walked out, alcohol in her grasp, leaving both I and Jack alone... together... in a room... oh dear.

Tears trickled down my cheek and I cried silently before Jack ran over and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I leaned into his embrace a continued crying softly. He was warm, which meant he'd been outside in the evening sun, and his body warmed up mine. I wanted to curl in closer, just like when we were dating.

'Hey, hey, calm down.' Jack whispered through my sobbing, rubbing my back in an attempt to sooth me. I reduced myself to nothing; barely breathing and barely able to keep my eyes open.

'I don't know what to do, Jack. My life's so fucked up... everything that happened was... just,' I whimpered.

I was probably bringing him down further than I already had in the past few years. I tried to choke out words and say at least something, but my throat just closed up and my muscles just froze so all I could do was sit there.

I started to feel cold. Like dead kind of cold.

'Hey, Chloe?' Jack said, breaking the silence.

'Yeah?' I sniffed in reply.

'Tell me everything from the beginning.'

I knew this was coming.

Jack was always an agony uncle kind of guy when it came down to other people's relationships; another similarity we both shared. However, neither of us could apply it to our own lives.

I shifted my position so I was facing Jack, still keeping hold of his hand, somehow convincing myself that holding some part of him (not like that you immature people) would keep me warm.

'For the past three years, my life has just been unbearable. The fact that I lost you as a friend, and when I lost...' – I choked – 'John, I felt like I couldn't do anything right. This holiday was supposed to be a way of forgetting everything that happened and moving on. I knew that somehow John was still with me in a way – there were signs – but I still feel alone. Now that Louis and Niall have dropped catastrophic bombshell on me, I just don't know what to do anymore.

'The fact that they feel that way doesn't bother me, it's the fact they were shallow enough to keep it from me. They told me over the phone, Jack. Not face to face, on the phone. And that hurt me a lot more than anyone else might think. Jordan's too busy with Jess right now and I was fine with that, and when I thought of someone to go to, I just thought of you.'

Jack smiled at the thought of me thinking of him first, but really, he shouldn't have been surprised. Jack's grip on my hand got tighter and when he realised he'd been holding it too tight by the look on my face, he let go, rubbing his hand on his shirt.

'What was this thing that Louis and Niall said then?' he finally said, breaking the silence.

I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to tell anyone about it, even though both Jess and Jordan knew. I wanted to keep it to myself, but bottling it up was not the way to do it, as I had been told from the months of counselling I'd had when I was 14.

'Niall told me he loved me and Louis had a one night stand with Liam but decided he wanted to get with Harry. It completely messed up all of our relationships. Jess is awfully upset because of Liam and Jordan is...' thinking about Jordan's pain always came back on me. Like we had some kind of telepathy and felt the exact same things. 'Jordan's destroyed. Emotionally and physically and I don't know what to do.'

Jack stared in recognition, but it wasn't like he knew what we were all experiencing.

'What are you going to do, Clo?'

'I don't know, Jack. I really don't know. I've been flitting between boys these few years. I feel selfish. I got with you, shit happened, we broke up. I got with John, he... died, and I got myself in a terrible state then thought that John was telling me to get with Louis so I did. Now Louis' got with Harry and left me, I'm here picking up the pieces and I'm back to square one again.'

I suddenly felt a cold wind whip around my body, like John was there again. Only this time, I had no idea what he wanted. Was it even John? Or was I just being paranoid and were my senses just enhanced after I'd been shaken up?

I turned away from his face, unable that if I looked into his eyes I'd fall for him all over again like I had before. Even though his presence made my stomach flip constantly and I was unable to breathe whilst I could hear his breath.

Then out of the blue Jack mentioned something that was the most inappropriate timing ever.

'I want to be with you again.'

I snapped my head around again and looked straight into his eyes. 'We can't, Jack!'

'Why not?'

'Because I'm scared that everything will happen again and I'll lose you. Maybe more than just as a boyfriend again, and I'll lose you forever.' Don't get me wrong, I sounded like a complete nonce but I couldn't put it in any other words.

He was my best friend. I could never risk our friendship for love again. Did he not understand that? Had he not learned from the last time?

'You're not actually being serious Jack? After last time you still have the balls to ask if I want you back?' I squeaked.

My inability to stay still got the better of me as I stumbled from my seat opposite and nearly lost my balance. I started walking away from him. 'I'm sorry Jack but I can't. I have to go. Now. I can't do this anymore.'

I went to open the door but I clashed with Jasmine and her awful stench of alcohol drenched breath and knocked another of her bottles to the floor.

'Jesus Chloe! Watch where you're going.' She slurred, staring at the bottle of vodka like it was a piece of broken jewellery.

I didn't bother to apologise or even turn to face Jack while is ran back to the hotel room. I heard his name ring in my ears and his voice slowly fade away.

I used the key I'd taken earlier and silently but quickly let myself into the apartment. Everything was quiet, which either meant Jordan and Jess were out or they'd fallen asleep.

Just to make sure that what I was thinking was true, I checked in the room I'd last seen them and sure enough they'd both fallen asleep on the bed. The covers were still damp and I could see the different shades of dark and light blue contrasting with each other.

I moved and shut the door, making sure they didn't wake up and with that, I grabbed my stuff from my room and shoved them roughly into my suitcase. I started heading out of the door where I was surprised to see it was empty, meaning not Jack stopping me. Speaking of the devil, he opened the hotel door and saw me, his eyes widening. I gasped and choked and started running down the hallway, dragging my bag behind me. Then, I Googled when the next flight from New York to Heathrow left.