"Louis, your phone," Mikayla shakes me awake, holding the obnoxiously loud ringing phone up to my head.
"Hello?" I say into the mouthpiece, rolling out of bed.
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"Mr. Tomlinson, my name is Nathan Davis. I have just bought out Modest! management, and I am in the process of rebranding to become Crystal Records. How are you this morning?" Nathan's raspy voice rings through the small phone speaker.
"Fine mate, but why are you calling?" I ask, not trying to be rude, but rather just genuinely confused.
"Well, I was reviewing your current agreement with Modest!, and due to the rebranding all of Modest!'s contracts are rendered obsolete. I was wondering if you are able to come in and meet with the rest of the guys and myself to discuss some alternatives to the current contract," Nathan explains. My heart accelerates at the mention of the other lads. I haven't spoken to them in five years.
"They agree to this?" I ask, looking down at my shaking hands.
"Yes. They've agreed to meet tomorrow at noon. If you can't make it, I presume we can fax you whatever we come up with. However, it would be most ideal if you could attend and give some insight," Nathan speaks into the phone, tone more serious.
"Yeh, sure. I'll be there," I rush out before I can convince myself otherwise.
"Excellent. I will page you the address. See you tomorrow at noon," He responds, relief in his voice.
"Yep, see ya," I reply, hanging up and throwing my phone on the bed.
"Who was that?" Mikayla asks, using an old hotel key to create thin, white lines out of the powder.
"Nobody," I lie. I don't feel like talking about tomorrow, much less thinking about it.
I lean down and steal her line, earning an eye roll from her.
"I need that more than you do right now," I defend myself, rubbing my knows and inhaling the residual powder.
"What does that mean?" She scoffs, setting up another line.
"It's nothing, stop pressing," I snap, shoving my phone in my pocket.
"Well maybe I wouldn't have to pry if you fucking talked to me once in awhile," Mikayla huffs.
"Whatever," I shrug, grabbing my jacket.
"I'm serious, Louis! You never talk to me about anything, we just fuck and snort coke! I don't think I want this kind of relationship. I care about you, but you never let me in," She snaps, taking a few steps toward me, eyes pleading.
I bring my hand to the back of her neck and bring her in for a harsh kiss. Her tongue gently enters my mouth and I jam mine into hers. Our mouths move in sync for a moment, but she forcefully pulls away.
