Lola's POV-
"Lola"
Startled, my eyes flew up, but I saw that it was Harry saying my name, so I relaxed a little.
"It's like, almost ten. We gotta get packed up and get out of here before checkout"
"Alright" rubbing my eyes, I sat up and gave him a quick kiss before rolling out of bed and trudging toward my suitcase.
"Is your dad hanging out with us today?"
I didn't look up, still feeling frustrated about last night and waiting for my apology.
"I didn't know what your plans were" I responded.
"It's your day"
I could hear him smiling, sounding almost oblivious to his actions from yesterday.
"It's not my day, it's yours"
"Well, is your dad available"
"I don't know, why don't you call and ask?" I aggressively began stuffing my clothes in the bag. "And where is Lorenzo?"
"He's packing up the bus"
"Ah"
"Why?"
"Because he's not here?" I yanked my gown off and threw it in the bag, then started to change in my travel clothes.
"Okay, well, can I borrow your phone so I can call your dad and find out?"
"Sure, I don't care" finally I looked up at him and saw that he was clearly puzzled.
After pursing his lips, he went to the nightstand and picked my phone up.
As I zipped up my bag, I noticed him staring down at my screen.
"What?" I asked, standing up straight.
He looked like I had been texting some other dude, or something, but I knew without a doubt that I hadn't. In fact, the only thing I could possibly think of was if Grayson had said something to me that was pushing his limits.
"What?" I repeated to my boyfriend.
"What's this?" he asked, holding out my phone so I could see the screen.
"Why are you on my notes app?" I frowned, running up and snatching my phone.
"I accidentally tapped it because it was beside your calling one..."
I looked down at it: I get the feeling that you'll never need me again
"It was just a song I started that I didn't finish, as always"
"About what?"
"About nothing" I rolled my eyes. "Forget it. I'll just call him"
"Hey" he looked upset. "Is it about me?"
"No, Harry, the world doesn't revolve around you, despite what all of your little floozies think"
"Floozies?!"
"You heard me"
"Fuck that" shaking his head, he turned around.
"Don't curse at me"
"You're right. I'm sorry" he sunk down on the bed and began to rub circles into his temples. "Hey, why don't we just take today for us? We can go get coffee, or something, like we used to"
I drew in a deep breath. "Fine."
"Okay then. Hurry up and finish packing."
"I'm already done"
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Grace Notes
FanfictionAtticus one said: "Fame is a poison most would drink happily, despite the warning of a slow and miserable death" I suppose he was right, though I caught it too late. I ran toward my dreams, I looked back and realized that she wasn't there, and that...
