Jacks p.o.v. (Gilinsky)
watching emma sit through hair & make up makes my heart flutter. she does the simple things they tell her to do, "close your eyes", "turn this way". her beauty is so...beautiful, and I'll never get tired of looking at her.
"you ready Ms. Emma?" the man behind the camera calls out.
"uh, yeah i think so" her voice calls out from behind a changing station. her blonde hair peeks out from behind the make-shift wall, revealing her blue eyes. she then reveals her whole body and my breathe is drawn from my body. her breasts are pushed up by her bikini top, and her flat stomach glows. never have i felt so turned on just by looking at her, i mean, sure she turns me on a lot when wearing other stuff, but this, this makes me hard just looking at her.
"holy shit" the words come out as nothing more than a whisper, but she hears, she doesn't let me know that she does, but i can tell. her cheeks flush a deep pink.
"that's good emma, that's perfect." the photographer calls out while emma is posing on the beach. just watching her laying down on the sand is literally hurting me. she's so sexy, i feel like I'm so lucky to love her.
Emma's p.o.v.
while my photo shoot is going on, i see Jack sitting in a chair, legs crossed, and eyes trained on me. he's clearly hiding something. i smile at him, before walking out to the water to continue my shoot.
"thank you so much! i can't wait to see this in the magazine!" i tell both the interviewer and the photographer as Jack and i are walking out.
"no, thank you! we'll have these pictures emailed to you" the photographer yells back.
Jack and i climb into my car and sit for a second. "i saw that you couldn't keep your eyes off me." i smirk, as Jack turns on the engine.
"yeah, you look good" his face turns red, and he slides his hand into mine and we sit in a comfortable silence the rest of the ride.
"when do the boys get back?" jack asks from the living room.
"we have 3 days" i answer, continuing to cut up strawberries. "what do you want me to make for dinner?"
"cake" he answers, walking into the kitchen.
a laugh a little at his childish remark, "I'll make you a cake later, what about dinner?"
"uh...spaghetti? you make good spaghetti" he says, pulling a coke out of the fridge.
i don't say anything, i just get out everything I'll need to make spaghetti.
45 minutes later, my spaghetti is done & I've made garlic bread for us. we sit down at the table, eating our spaghetti and talking.
Audrey's p.o.v.
it hasn't been long since I've seen Cameron, it hurts. there's not a single day that goes by that i don't think about one of them; wether it be emma, Cam, Jack or Hayes.
i think about the last time i was with Hayes. the last day i spent with him. meeting 5SOS, i wish i hadn't honestly. i wish I'd been able to make things different, keep myself under control, keep myself in check.
I've lost everything, everyone that i care about. Emma's wedding pops into my head, thinking about how beautiful it's going to be, how beautiful she's going to be.
going on Twitter, i search emma, i get onto her Twitter to see I've been blocked. my heart jumps into my throat, my stomach twists and i feel my hands start to sweat. i look at Hayes', blocked. Gilinsky's, blocked. Johnson's, blocked. lastly, Cameron's, blocked. my heart shatters, the man i love, blocked me on Twitter, won't answer my texts, nor my calls & refuses to make any sort of attempt to talk to me.
i sit on a couch in the boys home, thinking. all my stuff still sits in boxes in the corner of the living room. i stare at my stuff, as if waiting for it to speak. after minutes of blank staring, i decide that i need to start things over.
"Luke?" i tap lightly on his chest to wake him, he stirs a little before looking up at me.
"hey babe" his raspy voice comes out quiet
"I'm moving out and whatever we have is done." the words sting, but feel great.
his facial expression completely changes and he props himself up on his elbow. "why? to where?"
"I'll get an apartment or something because i need to start over, Luke" i stand up, looking down on him.
"i understand." he stands up, shirtless & only in boxers. "can you give me one last kiss?" he walks towards me, raising his hand to my face. he presses his lips to mine for the last time.
i pull away, looking into his eyes before turning around, and walking out the door of his bedroom.
all of my stuff is loaded into my car & i drive away from the 4 boys standing in front of their home. once more, I've lost people i cared about because of a stupid fucking mistake i made.
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