First one

Isabella's POV

I slurred my words, instanly regretting coming over to this place again, the place where all the misery started. Dammit, why am I here?! His face was filled with surprise as if I was the last person he expected to see. It was also a miracle that it was him opening the door and not somebody else in the dreadful place, guess the universe wanted me to resolve something too.

"Bella, what are you doing here?" Zach's mouth fell as his clear green eyes scanned my relaxed face and wobbly feet.

"I don't knoowww." I dragged my words, my lips too numb to speak correctly. I shook my head at myself, regretting the fact that my feet dragged me here instead of someplace else.

He shook his head as if he was disappointed to see me like this, drunk or heartbroken... I couldn't tell which one. "You're drunk, aren't you?" He pulled up his eyebrows before his hand nervously went through his caramel locks.

"Incredibly." I instantly said, my legs no longer knowing how to function, so I placed my head against the doorpost to keep myself from falling over.

"Bella..." He said with disappointment on his face and even worse, in his voice... I looked down to meet my feet, disappointed at myself for coming here... This is not the place I should be right now. My eyes fell on his shoeless feet, only wearing socks and back up to meet his soft eyes and messy looking hair. He looked casual wearing light grey sweats and a black t-shirt and it reminded me of Lukas. God did I love it when he'd wore that, something comfy and casual. The thought of him walking around like that at my place or his was sobering. I didn't want that... I didn't want to feel the pain, but my face was telling a different story.

"Lukas and I broke up..." I blurted out, tears instantly finding their way into my eyes and down my cheeks. Saying it out loud making it so much more painful.

Zach face instantly overcame with guilt and sadness, his brows in an evident frown. He sighed deeply as he watched me break down at his doorstep. "Come here...Come in." He said, something broken in his voice.

He grabbed my hand and guided me towards the staircase, memories of Lukas rejecting my kisses and touch the night of the party flooded my thoughts and made my eyes spill with tears even more. I was too drunk to question myself whether or not this was a good idea, all I knew was that there was some place I need to be more.

Zach opened the door to his bedroom and pulled me inside. I bit my lip trying not to fall apart but it was already too late. I tried the cover my face with my hands as I leaned my back against the door, pretty sure my legs were going to give out at any minute. I felt his arms slide around me as he pulled me into his warm chest, comforting at first but most of all painful when I thought of him as the reason of all the ache. "No! Don't touch me! This is your fault! You did this!" I pushed at his chest and he let me. "You had to kiss me! Why! Why did you have to mess things up! You were my friend Zach! Why wasn't that enough!" I was ranting at him, slapping my hands against his strong chest and he was just letting me, his face filled with worry and guilt.

As soon as I realized what I was doing, I broke once more. I took a step back, leaning against the door to take a deep breath, shaking my head as I cover my face with both hands. "Why does it hurt so much!" I cried into my hands. "I can't do this anymore." I whimpered, my legs giving out from under me as I felt myself slide down to the floor. Two arms quickly caught me and pulled me into the chest I had been taking my anger out on. "I can't take it anymore." I was gasping for air between my cries as Zach's hand was going up and down my back before pulling me closer. He held on to me for dear life while I sobbed into his chest, both of us sitting on the floor of his bedroom.