"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"Say Goodbye"

Paris's P.O.V.

I only had one day left before I flew out to Australia, not counting that day.

My packing was pretty much done; I had my big suitcase full, plus the small one.

I had covered the suitcases in doodles (using the Sharpies as they were intended) and stickers.

I also had my Union Jack duffel bag for my carry on, which was packed save a few things.

My friends had been over, and we had went shopping for stuff for tour and Australia the week before, and I was going to go visit them individually before I left for the airport the next day, since my flight was at 6:30 a.m.

Jake was over currently, and we were cuddled up, savouring our time together.

"I'll come see you tomorrow too before I head out, probably around 5, okay?" I asked, tucking my head into Jake's neck.

"Sounds perfect," he replied, tightening his grip around my waist.

I was taking a private car (arranged by the boys, who loved to spoil me, apparently), but I was meeting it at a spot across town, since I had gotten my license shortly after my birthday.

I sighed. "I'm going to miss everything."
"I'm only going to miss you," Jake told me.
I giggled. "You're so sweet."
"Sugar, you're sweet," Jake sang.

I laughed and sang the next words, smiling a bit sadly because I would miss these days: the quiet afternoons hanging around the house cuddling, watching movies, and enjoying each other's company.

As a couple, I had faith in us.

I mean, I trusted Jake to the bottom of the sea, and I knew I could never purposely ruin one of my relationships unless it was really important.

Because no matter how much shit that person is causing you or putting you through, that pain will be easier to deal with than the pain of losing them.

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The next morning I was up early, packing all of the last minute things like chargers and earbuds and toothbrushes.

It had been a challenge to fit a wardrobe for several months into two suitcases, but I had done it.

It was the majority of my wardrobe, in fact.

My parents wished me goodbye, my mum slightly tearful, before heading off to work and bidding me a good trip.

I showered and blow dried my hair, pulling it up into a messy bun for the journey.

My outfit was simple; an off white t shirt with thin navy blue strips with big spaces between them and light blue ripped jean shorts.
On my feet I had on my white high tops (every other pair was packed in my suitcases).

As usual, I had no makeup, and my glasses were on my face ready to help me read road signs.

Around 12 I decided I should get going, after grabbing some lunch from the fridge.

I stopped by Grace's first, chatting for an hour before regretfully hugging her goodbye, telling her sincerely that I would miss her.

Next stop was Jackie's, and that was tearful, as Jackie was always one to be a bit over emotional, which made up for my lack of openness emotionally.

I made it to Alice's which was also tearful.

"Look at you, off to see the world with our favourite band. You've got a boyfriend, and are friends with the band, and are ready for anything. And you're happy. So much has changed in you and you can only get better. Have fun, but don't forget about me, okay?"

Damn her and being as good with words as I was.

I spent a good amount of time chatting with each girl, so it was around 4:30 when I pulled into Jake's driveway.

I stepped out of my car, shutting the door behind me and making my way to the front door.
I knocked quietly, and when there was no reply after the second time I knocked, I just went in.
"Jake?" I whisper-yelled into the empty air.

There was no one in the house, on the first floor at least.

I had seen Jake's car in the driveway, so he must've been there.
Granted, I was a bit early.
I shrugged to myself and made my way upstairs, en route to Jake's room.
I heard nothing, and I was confused, because Jake usually had music going.

I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I found: Jake, in bed, with another girl.