Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

You Are Mine, Baby (L.H) - PART 5

YOUR POV

I didn't know how much time had passed but I did know I couldn't stay there any longer.

I was too hurt by his reaction.

As I had stood there, the anger had dissipated and in its place came hurt.

I was crushed.

And if this was how I felt, I couldn't even begin to imagine how he felt.

Sitting in the back of the cab on my way home, I texted him.

That was the only thing I could think of to do.

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* later that night *

It got to midnight and I knew the concert was over by now.

And yet he hadn't text me.

I plugged the charger into the sockets then put it into my phone.

I lay back in my bed, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

My mind was racing with the what ifs.

What if his phone was dead and he hadn't read the message?

What if his phone was fine and he'd seen it but ignored it?

What if he just hasn't checked his messages and had gone straight to bed?

What if he'd deleted my messages in anger?

I couldn't sleep with the worry and dread running circles in my head.

I wanted to see him.

I was tempted to just his hotel and demand he speak to me.

Only problem was, I didn't know where he was staying.

I could text Michael and ask but he was still pissed with me.

The only other options were Calum and Ashton.

But I didn't know whether they'd be sleeping.

Ugh, I was so confused.

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LUKES POV

I followed the boys into the hotel room.

The phone in my pocket felt like a weight dragging me down.

I'd seen her text but I couldn't bring myself to respond.

Was I being stubborn?

Probably.

Did I care?

Yeah, yeah I did.

Fuck, I hated this.

I always texted her after shows.

Every single night.

Even if it was just to tell her I was going straight to bed if I was too tired to talk.

I always text her.

She probably thought I hated her.

"Why are you ignoring her?" Michael called out as I went to my bedroom.

"I'm not," I lied.

"Yeah?" he pushed. "I heard your phone buzz like 5 times mate. You're being a jerk and I don't like it. She's my best friend and you're playing her now, playing with her feelings."

My jaw tightened as the anger bubbled.

Why was he yelling at me?

She lied, she kept secrets.

Not me.

"And my feelings are fucking hurt Michael? I'm not being played here too right?" I spat.

"You know she never meant to hurt you. If you just listened to her you'd know that she only went out with him because he was a rebound. She didn't think you liked her and she was trying to move on. Plus she broke up with him tonight. For you. She ended it," he yelled.

"She did what?" I asked.

He laughed bitterly.

"She ended it. She fucking loves you. She always has. I've wanted to tell you for so long, tell you both to get your shit together and get together. But she made me promise not to say anything. And right now, I'm starting to wish I'd never told you because you don't fucking deserve her," he shouted, his voice rising at the end.

He scoffed and stormed out of the room, pushing past me and slamming his bedroom door shut.

I flinched, my eyes closing as the slam resonated.

What had I done?