Lie to me ~ lrh

20

Paris, hotel

"Hello?" I answered the phone as I walked inside the elevator.

"Stacey, honey. Just a reminder your studio session is booked for 11am. Be there on time please." Henry said on the phone.

The doors of the elevator slowly closed as I laid against the one wall inside staring at all of the people walking past till the doors shut completely.

"Hello? Stacey? You there?" He asked snapping me out of thought.

"Um yeah. All good. 11am. Don't be late. I got it." I repeated his words.

"That's my girl." He said proudly. "Okey I've got to run. Chow."

The elevator doors slowly opened as he ended the call. Rain dripping from my wet clothes left a trail as I walked to our room. I got inside and immediately started taking of my wet clothes that was clinging to my cold body. I quickly slipped off my pants, socks and jacket, throwing it in a corner of the room.

I started pulling my shirt over my head but struggled. I let go and tried again. "Come on!" I cried in frustration, taking my anger out on the situation. I pulled again, getting it a little further off but not completely. "Fuck!" I shouted falling on the carpet. I put my hands over my face as I cried softly.

The whole scene of Luke and I fighting in the middle of the street played in my mind on repeat. All I wanted to do was go to his room and fall asleep in his arms. The feeling of his warmth all around me was all I wanted in this very moment. But I can't. We fucked up. Honestly, I hope I get the record deal just to get away from here.

After sitting on the carpet in my underwear crying for a while I calmed down. I lifted up the shirt slipping it off. I walked over to my suitcase unzipping it. I took out Lukes flannel he gave me the night we went to the dinner. I slipped it on before lying down on the bed.

I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath, his smell still clinging to the fabric.

~~~~~

I woke up to my phone ringing. I sat up and scanned the room not seeing Megan. I looked at my phone seeing it was 1am and Luke was calling me.

"Hello?" I asked in a groggy voice.

"Stacey?" A familiar voice spoke.

"It's fucking 3am Luke. What do you want?" I said angrily.

"Stacey, I fucked up." He cried.

"What's going on?" I asked switching on the lamp next to me on the side table as panic spread through me.

He tried to explain what happened but kept mumbling and crying.

"Hay, Luke. Take a deep breath." I said as he inhaled and exhaled. "Now tell me what happened. Are you in any danger?"

"I went out and just had one drink. And now...now this happened." He mumbled, clearly drunk.

"It's okey, Luke. Listen to me." I tried to calm him down. "Do you know where you are?"

"Some bar on Third Street. Something about Bat." He said sniffling.

"Stay where you are okey. I'm coming." I said to him before ending the call.

I quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweat pants with a hoodie before walking out the door. Halfway through the passage and I remembered I didn't have shoes on.