Luke's POV:
so, Marnie just spilled out all her emotions to me. I knew what she meant about the paper. the fragility, the creases, people screwing you over. yeah. I get that. but why? why paper? why did she have creases? well, she was confusing and seemed really upset about this whole thing and just generally looked sad. "um, wow." I slowly lifted my gaze to meet hers but she quickly turned away, bringing her nails up to her face and biting down on them, ferociously while looking down at her ice-cream. "it's okay, Marns. I'm here for you." i cautiously placed my hand over her tiny one.
she flinched.
I tried to intertwine our fingers but she just pulled away and grabbed her jacket. "I'm sorry, Luke." she looked me dead in the eyes while saying this. they were darkened with sadness and regret and...secrecy.
she ran out of the door, tears pouring freely out of her eyes. the shop bell rang as my heads hit my hands.
I asked for the bill and ran my hands through my hair, viciously, pulling at the ends. what did I do? what did I do? what did I fucking do?! she was the one that told me, it was her choice. she can't just keep leaving and coming back and lying to me. she can't expect me to follow her around like a stray dog. I have a fucking life. doesn't she get that I like her and I'm trying to help her? what are these fucking creases anyway? I didn't realise I liked a fucking poet. or do I even like her anymore? I don't even know.
I got in my car and drove back to the apartment we rented out in L.A. I didn't really want to be hanging out with the boys. I wanted to be alone. maybe I'd be able to write a couple songs. I don't know, man. this girl was having such an effect on me. why did even bother with her? I am Luke Hemmings. I could get any girl I wanted. what was it about Marnie that made her so special?
I shook off my jacket and chucked my phone on the huge king size bed. deciding upon Netflix as a pass-time, I decided to pick a film to watch. I settled upon something manly and tried to focus on the screen. meanwhile, my thoughts were somewhere completely different.
there was a knocking at the door so I got up and answered it, expecting it to be room service but was extremely surprised when, standing behind the door, was Marnie she gave me a warm smile and I welcomed her into my arms. she jumped up and wrapped her legs round my waist as I carried her over to the bed. I gently laid her down and we started kissing. her hands roamed up and down my chest as I linked my fingers in her gorgeous hair. i pulled away and smiled at her "you're so beautiful," she smiled back and shifted over from underneath me so I could lay down too. she reached for my hand across the bed sheet and intertwined my fingers with hers. we both shifted closer together and she lay her head on my chest. "hey, Luke?"
"yeah?" she lifted her head up slightly so she could look me in the eye. "can you call my phone? I'm not sure where it is."
"of course, babe." I reached over to the end of my bed and dialled in her number.
the number you have dialled has been changed.
I looked up to realise her head wasn't leaning on my chest anymore.
she hadn't even been there in the first place.
I was imagining it.
she changed her number.
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A/N: this is late and a bit shit. soz
~mimi xo
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