Queen of New York

Empty

Michael's POV

She sleeps alone, my heart wants to come home. I wish I was, I wish I was, beside you.

She's gone.

She's actually gone.

I thought she was just in my arms. I thought we were just cuddling on the couch. I thought we were just watching Mean Girls together. I thought we were just dying each other's hair. I thought we were just best friends that happened to fall in love.

I thought we were still together.

I've tried hanging out with Serenity and Jack, but they're love makes me miss my own.

I've tried hanging out with Connor and Troye, but they way the love each other makes me feel empty inside.

I've tried hanging out with Keisha and Camille, but the way they care for each other causes me to long for someone to care for.

I've tried hanging out with my band mates, but Ashton has Bryana over, and Luke just met someone.

Calum tries to help me, but it isn't the same.

I need Julie.

She won't answer her phone. I've texted her 27 times. I've called her 16 times. I've left her 15 voicemails. She's ignoring me. She's ignoring all of us.

Did she even like us in the first place? Was she just using us for fame? Did she really care about us?

Did she really love me?
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I sat alone in my apartment, pondering everything. I texted her 6 more times and called her 7 more times. Still no answer.

She tweeted.

Back home safe in New York.

That's all she said.

No emojis.

No "miss my friends."

No "miss you Mikey."

I was starting to get the feeling there was no point in trying to keep up our relationship.

Julie obviously went off the radar after moving back.

Maybe we should stop trying.