Be Mine

Goodbye

Red’s POV:

            All the boys went out to do an interview. I said I wasn’t feeling good, but really I just needed to be alone. Ever since I got out of the hospital, I’ve wanted to leave and go back home. Luke almost died because of me and that’s not something I can handle. Everyone on twitter is saying they wish the guy had pulled the trigger, they think the gun was pointed at me. the thought of Luke getting hurt or dying because of me hurt me so deeply.

I pushed away my fearful thoughts and called Harry. “what’s up, cuz?” he sounded happy.

“harry I need a favor.”

“what’s wrong?” now he was serious I must have sounded as horrible as I felt.

“I need you to get me a plane ticket.” I whimpered.

“why would you need that? I’ve taken care of all your travel stuff for the tour.”

“I mean to take me home. Tonight if at all possible.”

“why?” I couldn’t speak, I almost started crying. “because of the thing at the club?”

I rubbed my forehead. It hurt my heart to think about it. “yeah.”

He sighed, “ok I’ll work it out.”

“thank you.” I whispered.

“good luck breaking it to Luke.”

“I didn’t plan on telling him…” I said quietly.

“you have to tell him Red.” He said sternly.

“it’d be easier if I just left.” I felt tears sting my eyes.

“you have to say goodbye.”

I felt the tears get close to falling, “that’s the hardest thing for me to do.”

“you have to do it. look I gotta go. I’ll get your ticket go ahead and start packing.”

“ok.” We hung up.

The Michael busted through my door, “what the fuck, Red!”

Oh no, “why are you here? You’re supposed to be at an interview.”

“I forgot my phone.”

“is it just you?” I asked frantically looking behind him to make sure no one else was with him. To make sure Luke wasn’t with him.

“yes, but Luke is gonna be pissed if you leave without saying goodbye. He’ll flip shit if he comes back and you’re not here.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

“you better fucking tell him.” he wouldn’t stop yelling, which is understandable.

“Michael, listen to me. I have to go.” I plead with him.

“yeah I get that! You can’t not tell him though.”

“so you’re not mad that I’m leaving?”

“I’m mad that you weren’t going to tell him.” he said softly.

“it’s hard for me Michael!”

“and it won’t be hard for him when you’re gone?”

“not as hard as it’s going to be for me to leave him.” the tears finally streamed down my cheeks.

Michael pulled me into a hug. “I know you’re scared, and I know it hurts. But he does love you, and you love him and he deserves a goodbye.”

I pull away, “you should go before they think something’s up.” I smile sadly.