LOVER |c.t.h|

NINE|EMERY|

There's a special guest POV this chapter... I love him.

Also, there is a slight time jump in this chapter, it's only like a 2-day time jump.

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EMERY POV:

October 8th

It's been a couple days since that night at the beach with Calum. I've debated texting him since then, but I just don't know what to say. I can't tell him how I feel when I don't know what I feel. I know I like hanging out with him and that's about it. I don't let myself get close to anyone, because of Carson. The boy has ruined me, and I know it would make him happy to know that.

I lay awake in my bed, thinking about that night. He called me pretty and I didn't hate it. My band starts our tour in- wait? What day is it?

"Emery mother fucking Rose!" Uh oh... Nadia burst through my door.

"I'm up!" I jump out of bed as she walks in.

She crosses her arms and looks around my room. "Where's your bag?"

I hesitate. "Look-"

"No, we leave in 24 hours and you aren't packed?" She lectures me. "Get your shit together and either text him or forget about it."

I love this woman but God she gets on my nerves. So much.

"Listen Nadia, don't come into my room in my house and start yelling at me." I stand up for myself.

"We all pay rent here, just cause your name happens to be on the lease doesn't mean shit!"

I laugh, "I can kick you out whenever I want, I own this fucking house!"

Just as she's about to say something, Tatum walks through the door. "What the fuck is going on here." She stares at Nadia and me.

"Nothing, I'm leaving for a few and by the time I get back your bags better be fucking packed."

I've never seen her so fired up about me not being ready. I mean, I am never ready. When we're backstage and have 20 minutes till we go on, I'm still in my pajamas watching Netflix. I hate being ready hours before I have to do something, it drives me batshit.

Nadia pushes past Tatum and out of the house. "What is her issue?"

I shake my head, pulling my luggage bags out from under my bed. "I have no idea but if she's going to be like this for the next few weeks, I'll kill her."

I guess my bands 'tour' wasn't what you would call a tour. It was more like a 2 week long vacation and we just happened to be playing shows. We are still too small to have a real tour so we just book random shows in different states. It's a mini tour.

"You need to leave," Tatum tells me.

I furrow my brows. "What?"

She walks up to me and grabs my shoulders. "I love you, I will pack your things, now go get coffee with one of the boys or go for a walk, I do not care, just get out."

I drop the suitcase on the floor. "Fine."

I pull out my phone and try to decide if  I should ask him to go get coffee. I don't think it would be weird but we haven't talked in two days.

"Just invite him." Tatum says while digging in my clean laundry for clothes.