Luke
I parked my Bugatti on my personal parking lot and rushed towards the elevator. I felt bad ignoring that old lady on the front desk, thinking that we would greet each other everytime I leave or arrive on my condo.
The elevator dinged, signifying that I was on my floor. I literally ran on my door and opened it with my card. I rushed inside and making my way towards her closet. I searched every space of our condo for the things she owned, but none of it was present.
I backed away until I hit my back on the soundproof walls and slid down. I let the tears fall and pulled my hair in frustration. I sobbed and hiccupped, I've never felt so weak and broken but most of all, I felt empty. It was pretty clear that she already left me.
I stood up walking over to our pictures that we took together, I stared at it for a while. We were so happy back then, but this proves me that forever doesn't exist.
I grabbed a random framed photo of us and threw it on the ground, glass shattering and flying everywhere. I yelled in so much anger and hatred towards her, swiping off every photo of us on the wall shelf, frames crashing and falling to the ground. I panted heavily and stared at our, now broken pictures.
I came to my senses and called homeservice to let them clean the whole thing. They arrived shortly, picking and sweeping up every glass lying on the floor. While I stand there watching them, taking every memories we made.
"What are you going to do with these photos, sir?" A guy named Sander, said.
"Burn them." I stated, and he nodded in agreement.
"By the way, call me Luke instead." I said giving him a small smile, which he returned genuinely. They left after they cleaned the mess I made which leaves me alone on my condo.
I sighed and called Calum. After three rings, he finally answered.
"Hey man, are you busy?" I said, clearing my throat.
"No, why?"
"We're going out tonight. Tell Ashton and Michael as well, please."
"Trying to get over her, eh?" I can picture him smirking through the phone.
"Yeah whatever." I said, hanging up the phone.
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We went in the club, aroma sweat and alcohol filling my sense of smell. I scrunched up my nose and made my way towards the bar, leaving the boys and ordered myself a drink.
"Give me the most strongest drink you have." I told the bartender who was awfully familiar. He started mixing the drinks and finally placed in on a glass. He handed me the drink and leaned on the counter.
"So, Hemmings, I heard you almost killed my sister?" He raised his eyebrow.
"It wasn't my fault, she ran after the dog." I said. So that's why he was so familiar, that was his sister.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks for yelling at her though." He sarcastically rolled his eyes.
"No problem." I chuckled.
"What's her name?" I asked.
"Kelsey." He said, trying to make the old man's drink
"And you are?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Aaron." He said and excused himself to make other people's drinks.
A few drinks later, I was a little drunk. I kept on slurring my words and I can't even walk on a straight line. It's good that I didn't bring my car, if I did, I don't know what could possibly happen.
I went out of the club and ungracefully walked down the pavement. Nonsense words are coming out of my mouth. I sat on the nearby bench and started talking to a plant.
"Hey, did you know that I'm Luke Hemmings??" I asked the plant.
No answer.
"I know right?! I'm so smart omg." I slurred.
Still No answer.
"Wow, your hair is pointy." I said poking its leaves or hair.
Again, no answer.
"GODDAMIT ANSWER ME PEASANT!!" I yelled and started strangling the poor plant. A car pulled up infront of me and rolled down the window.
"Wow, you are so drunk." A female voice chuckled. I looked up to see, Kate I guess?
"Kate, is dat u." I giggled.
"Its Kelsey. It's not even that close." She laughed causing me to laugh as well.
"Watcha doin heerrrree." I slurred walking over to her car, leaving the poor strangled plant alone.
"I was driving home, but I guess, I should give you a ride?" She said, unlocking the door, signalling for me to come in the passenger seat. But instead, I kept on poking the door.
She rolled her eyes playfully and opened the door for me instead. I cheered and got in happily. I told her the name of my condo and fell asleep.
