I woke up, confused.
It was one of those times where you wake up and you don't know where you are for a minute. But soon I figured out where I was. I was at home, laying in my bed, no one was next to me, unfortunately. I know I went to sleep last night with Luke, so where did his ass go?
I quickly got out of bed and tied my robe around me. As I trotted through the hallway I noticed that the bathroom was empty, and so where most of the other rooms. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I was quick to find no one downstairs either, this making me crease my forehead.
There was a small note on the counter, I quickly read over it.
"Im leaving..."
My heart dropped.
"For a short vacation to the Virgin Islands, with just the boys, I should be back in 3 days. xx - luke "
Well fuck he almost scared me. But it wasn't too nice of home to leave without saying goodbye or even warn me before he went. But then again when was Luke ever nice, or even courteous, I guess it wasn't his thing.
I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash.
I went back upstairs, getting ready to change and do my makeup and hair.
After going through my closet and finishing my look I slipped on my shoes and headed out the door to my Mercedes G500, the best money I've ever spent, hell I loved this thing more than Luke.
My plan was to go shopping today, by myself, lately I felt as if all of my girl-friends were being a little rude, and I wasn't in the mood for anybody's bitchiness.
Luke doesn't spoil me, but then again he rarely ever lets me use my own money, so he set up a card with my name on it but his money, honestly I wasn't gonna complain. It wasn't like he wasn't letting me earn money, so it's not like he was immobilizing me.
Anyway I planned to use this card for my shopping spree today. Maybe some Chanel, Burberry, Zara, luxury was always nice. When you could afford it, it didn't seem as hype but it was still something. I guess that's what they meant when they said money can't buy you happiness, but what if I could buy Harry Styles? Then the statement 'Money can't buy Happiness' would be ruled out. Am I right or Am I right?
....
After walking out of the Mall to my car, I noticed a few paparazzi, which was strange, I was Luke's Fiancé, not Luke, and usually I never really got any exposure, except on social media.
"How does it feel?"
"What's gonna happen now?"
"Are you gonna call it off?"
That last question caught my attention, I froze for a second, then kept walking, when I finally reached my car and put the bags in, I got in the front seat and started to drive.
That question kept bothering me though, I knew they were only paps, they always tried to create drama and controversy, but obviously something happened, and when I got home I needed to find out.
...
I stepped out of the car, grabbed the bags from the backseat, and made my way home.
As soon as I stepped in the house I dropped the bags.
Quickly I went over to sit on the couch.
I pulled out my phone, went to Twitter, they always knew what was up.
Immediately there was a trending tweet.
Cakes mystery girls?
What the hell.
I clicked on the trending tweet, then a photo popped up, I clicked on it again.
My eyes froze, and my heart stopped. But then it went back to normal, my heart and brain were used to this, heartbreak .
A picture of Luke and Calum with girls on their laps, the girl on Calums lap was sucking on his neck, the girl on Luke's lap had Luke sucking on her neck.
Right then a message came onto my phone
Luke: I'm not sorry, I wanna say I am though, I don't know what to say.
