"𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
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Sofia Stark is just an average nineteen year old, still living with her parents trying to figure out her future. She's always dreamed to be a photographer, i...
Tom and I walked back to the hotel and met the others. We all decided to go get a drink so we head to a club.
When we arrive, we get let straight in. No one asks for ID or anything. We sit at the top of the club again at a booth. Hailey and Georg walk off and get all of our drinks.
"Did you get some good photos, Sofia?" Bill asks. I nod and smile, handing him the camera.
"I've been waiting to see these." He states, taking the camera from my hand.
Tom kisses the side of my head, "I love you," He whispers, then kissing me on the lips. I pull away just for a second to tell him.
"I love you too." I say.
Hailey and Georg come back with the drinks and we start sipping.
"Let's dance!" I say, grabbing everyone and pulling them up as we walk down the steps carefully.
Tom and I begin to dance to the rhythm of the music. Hailey and Georg do the same while Bill and Gustav are with some random girls.
After a few hours and many drinks, I think it's kicking in. I've danced with pretty much everyone there is on this dance floor. I even danced with the bartender. I stumble my way back over to Tom who's looking up at the ceiling with the flashing lights.
"I'm gonna go to the toilet, okay?" I shout. He bends down slightly so he can hear me.
"Okay! I'll be here." He slurs.
I make my way to the bathroom and go to the toilet. I get up and wash my hands. I stare in the mirror, smiling. I don't know why. Everything is just so perfect. I stumble my way out, walking back towards Tom.
I freeze.
I look at Tom.
I look at Hailey.
I look at Georg.
I look at Bill.
I look at Gustav.
My eyes begin to water.
My heart feels like it's just been ripped out my chest.
I take my hand, and cover my mouth.
The room is spinning, the lights are flashing.
Hailey and Tom are making out.
Tom looks at me, running towards me. I put my hand in front of me and push him away.
She walks back to the bus, packing up her things. She leaves the dress Tom bought her folded up on the bed, along with her camera. She places her camera on top of the dress. She takes in a deep breath, trying to not break down in the middle of the bus. She takes out her phone, calling her mother.
Calling my mother when something goes terribly wrong.
I hover my finger over the 'ring' button.
I take one last look around the bus, taking in a deep breath.
Instead, I put my phone back into my pocket. I grab my stuff and get off the bus. I walk around town trying to find a public bus stop. My phone starts to ring, I take it back out of my pocket and flip it open.
It's Tom.
Tears roll down my face even just looking at his name on my phone.