LOVE OF MY LIFE - F. HARGREEVES³ - THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

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𝕋ℝ𝕀𝔾𝔾𝔼ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖. 𝕀 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

"𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶."

ℑ𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶.

☬ ℑ 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨 𝔟𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫 ☬

He had a business meeting to go to.

A fucking business meeting.

Y/N was expecting to see Damien in the private car when she left the stadium. And when she didn't see him, her phone rang, telling her that he needed to go, and that he was sorry.

She didn't feel that bad though. She didn't want to spend time with any men right now, considering that one had just came to see her, and then left in pieces.

She didn't cry.

She was trying to process everything. She didn't feel that she had any stable romantic relationships at the moment.

Maybe that was okay.

They went back to the Mark Hotel. The logistics team and Jack were long gone back to LA. It was fine. They wanted to get home to their families.

Each of the girls had a separate room.

Y/N sat on her king sized bed, watching 'Touched By An Angel' on the grand TV. Monica was always the one saving the day, wasn't she? Y/N couldn't say the same for herself.

Did I mention she was drunk?

I mean, only a bit.

She messed around with the hem of her leather pants. She didn't bother changing into her pajamas. Too tired.

She scrunched her eyebrows, when her fingertips grasped onto a loose black string. "Shit." She cursed, setting her cup of vodka on her beside table. "That's gonna bother me later."

She got up, and went to Harlow's room, and knocked on the door. The pop star opened it with a grumpy face. "I was just about to fall asleep, you know."

"Oh. Sorry. I just- I need scissors." She said with a slightly slurring voice.

"Why?"

"There's a loose string on my pants." She answered.

"Ugh. Fine." Harlow went and grabbed a pair of gold scissors from her pack. "Keep it for the night. I'm going to hit the haystack."

"M'kay. Night!" Y/N yelled, as Harlow slammed the door in her face.

She began walking back to her room. And then the lights went out. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Another door opened. Victoria walked out, also still in her leather pants and Eagle's T-shirt.

"Y/N? What are you doing up at this hour?"