My Famous

Chapter 9: A Song for Someone

*** Luke's POV ***
We finish our set of our first arena show. To say that the boys are pissed at me would be an understatement. The tension was palpable on stage.

"We need to talk about this." I say, following them as they try to stalk away.

"Talk about what?" Ashton snaps, spinning around to face me. "How your girlfriend of 2, almost 3 years, just saw you making out with another chick?!"

"I wasn't cheating on her." I say calmly.

"Really?! Because based on the look that Kade had on her face when she came in, looked a lot like you did." Ashton growls, taking a few steps closer to me.

"What?" I whisper, the thought of Kade hurting enough to actually show someone kills me a little bit.

"Yeah." Ashton says, softening a bit. "Luke, she actually cried."

I sit down on the amp behind me and put my head into my hands. God, I fucked up.

"Come on." Ashton says, pulling me up. "Let's go to the dressing room and you can tell us what happened."
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"Wow." Michael says, leaning back after I finished telling them what happened with Kendall.

"Seriously." Calum says.

"I just want to forget." I say.

"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia." My voice breaks and suddenly I am crying. I feel the boys looking at me but I can stop. "She had makeup running down her face, I can still feel my arms wrapped around her."

"Luke." Ash says, gently once I calmed down a bit. "You should write down how you're feeling. It might help." I nod at him.

"Boys. It's time to go back to the hotel now." Mark says through the door. We all get up and head towards the door. 

Heading out of the arena, screaming and flashing lights surround us.  Our bodyguards quickly push us into the SUVs.  We ride back to the hotel in silence. Going up to the floor they have reserved for us, I see Harry carrying a sleeping Kade into his room and closing the door. She was supposed to be with me.

"Um I'm going to bunk with Michael and Ashton tonight." Calum says awkwardly before following them into their room.

"Here's your key Luke. Your room is the one next to Harry's." Mark says, handing me my key. He begins to walk but stops and looks over his shoulder at me. "I would recommend staying away from Harry for a few days until the boys can get him sorted." I just nod and head into my room.
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I think that's it. I start playing it from the top.

"I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all

The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone
I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around