Tour (5SOS Fanfic)

Chapter 22 ~

Chapter 22 ~

Taylor's pov

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask Luke, as I stand up from the floor.

He stands up too, brushing himself off. "Sure."

"Before I ask you, where's everyone else? I don't hear anything," I say.

"Oh, they left about an hour ago. They asked you if you wanted to go with them, but you didn't respond. So, I told them that I would stay here."

This just makes this situation weird.

"Okay, so I need you to be completely honest with me."

"What is it?" He asks, a worried look on his face.

"Do you know anything about a bet?"

He seems to freeze, and I know that he knows about the bet.

"What bet?" He asks. Is he seriously trying to hide this from me? Does he not know that you shouldn't keep secrets from a girl? Because sooner or later, she's going to find out, no matter how hard you try to keep it from her.

"Luke, please don't play that card on me," I beg. I hate it when people try to do that.

"What card?" He asks, and I groan in frustration.

"Lucas Hemmings, you know what you're doing. Now please tell me if you know anything about a bet. If you don't, then I'm definitely not talking anymore," I say, and I'm serious. If he doesn't tell me the truth, then what's the use in talking to him?

"Fine," he sighs. "Yeah, I know about a bet. But trust me, it's nothing you need to worry about."

I can just feel him lying to my face, I don't know why though. He can tell me, I won't be mad, maybe a little upset but not mad.

"Why do I feel like you're not being completely honest with me?" I ask him.

"Taylor, there are just certain things that you'd be better off not knowing."

"But I want to know," I say, hoping he'll tell me.

"I can't," he says. "I'm sorry."

"Just please tell me! I don't like having people keep things from me!"

I know that I'm sounding annoying right now, but I seriously need to know. I get that whatever the bet is about may not be any of my business, but it just seems pointless to keep it from me when I already know.

"Okay, look, we made a bet the day we met you guys."

"What was the bet?"

"God, you're going to hate me so much," Luke mumbles with a sigh, running his hands through his hair a couple of times. "

"Luke, I'm not going to hate you, just tell me what the bet was and I'll leave you alone," I said, walking closer to Luke, barely leaving room between the both of us.

"The bet was, whoever could get one of you to fall for one of us first, would get two hundred bucks," he says, tears threatening to spew out of his eyes.

I feel like the wind is knocked out of me. Why would Luke do this to me? Why would they do this to us? It's not like we gave them a reason to do something so mean.

"What?" I ask, barely above a whisper. I slowly back away from Luke, not wanting to be near him anymore, but he grabs both of my hands pulling me toward him.

"It was a stupid bet, I don't know why we even made it in the first place," he says.

"Yeah it was a stupid bet," I say, trying to get away from him. "Why would you guys do something like that? I actually thought that you liked me. Oh my God, what about my friends? I have to tell them."

I make another attempt to get away from Luke, but he won't let go of my hands.

"No, don't go. They'll find out eventually, especially since you knew about the bet before I even told you," he says.

"The only reason I know, is because of Mandy. She heard you guys talking about it, but didn't hear very much."

"I knew we should've went somewhere else to talk about it," Luke mumbles under his breath. "I really hate that you found out this way."

"Me too, but I'm glad I found out before things actually became serious," I say, feeling like I'm about to cry. "Did you even like me?"

"Not at first," he says quietly.

I let out a scoff, "What do you mean not at first?"

"I didn't like you to start with. Yeah, you were pretty -you still are, but after I got to know you, everything was different."

"I just can't believe that it's been almost six months since I've met you, and I find out about all of this. It really sucks, because I actually liked you."

"Really?" His face softens and some tears fall from his eyes.

"Yes, really. But I just don't know if I should." I feel myself choke up. "After everything that I had been through and you do something like this... I just- I'm just done. I'm done with everything."

"Taylor," he wipes tears off of my race that I didn't even know where there. I just wish someone would walk in, but sadly no one is here. "Please don't say that, I'm sorry. Trust me, I didn't intend to hurt you."

"I just don't know how I can trust you. Or even possibly believe you. This tour was supposed to be exciting, I understand that there would be drama involved, but nothing this big."

"Taylor," Luke says again.

"What? What do you want Luke?" I ask. I have no words for any of this.

"Please. Please give me another chance." He pleads. "I promise to make everything right. I.promise that this won't happen again. I'm really sorry, Taylor."

"Why? Why should I?" I ask. "Why should I even give you another chance, when you blew the first one?"

"Because-"

I don't even let him finish his sentence, I honestly don't want to hear it.

"I trusted you, Luke!" I shout. "You promised! And then you broke it! I've lost all my trust toward you!"

I began crying, no longer being able to hold the emotions.

"Taylor that wasn't supposed to happen! Goddammit! None of this was supposed to happen!" He yells, and his voice cracks. "It wasn't supposed to go this far. It originally was only going to go on for a month. But when nothing was happening, we decided to carry it out longer. It was meant to be a harmless bet."

"Does this look like it turned out to be a harmless bet to you?!" I question, crying even harder than I was. "You messed up, big time. There is seriously no way that I'm going to trust you. When this tour is over, I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to have anything to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

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I seriously hate myself right now. Omg this was the worst chapter I've ever written. It was also the saddest one, I cried writing. I can't even stand myself