Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Six-Love Yourself

"It's inevitable everything that's good comes to an end." - One Direction, Love You Goodbye (I'm in love I had to.)

T E L L I E

"So how's it like being back with the Brits?" Hope asked with a slight chuckle. If I could see her I would have just put my middle finger up. But I couldn't, and I had it on speaker phone while I shoved myself into a sun dress.

"Terrible." I said sourly. "I haven't even been here for a week and it sucks." I snapped. She just laughed. "My parents are unbelievable. Did I tell you that my dad pretty much tried to kick me out the first day I got back? Ugh. And now he's going to try again because I made a comment to my brother that was completely true."

"Damn girl," Hope whistled, I missed her most I think. Hope was literally into talking for hours. Hope was a dancer and I pretty got second hand dance classes from her and it was the only reason my body had gone out. Hope was the person you took selfies with just because you looked hot beside her. "Should have stayed. You're accent was finally starting to go away. Now it's gonna come back."

"I'm considering going back." I admitted. I pulled the dress around my breasts and made sure it wasn't falling down. You don't spend a summer in the Hampton's and not get these kind of dresses; white, small amount frills, short, loose from the breasts downward, no straps. And today was hot. July was hot as hell. "Not even a week and it's bullshit."

"I didn't want to bring this up," she said suddenly, "but I've been reading the Twitter trends and we're friends so I'm asking about it. The whole you and your boyfriend and a wedding and a baby thing?"

I stopped, looking to my phone before grabbing my socks and then taking my doc martens from the wardrobe. "It's complicated." I said. "And that's actually another point. So my boyfriend isn't speaking to me."

"Oh no. Not Zachy." She grimaced. "Damn. I liked him. I met him once but he was nice. You know who's nice? That Corey one."

"Corey?" I asked dully. "How?"

"And he's great in bed." Hope added. "Like damn. Oh did I tell you that? Yeah that concert we went to and you and Zach went and fucked in the dressing room Corey and I fucked in the hotel room."

"What?" I snapped.

"I thought I mentioned that." She hummed. "Ah well. Oi tell Corey to call me. Maybe I'll come to London... Would that be okay? I'll come for the rest of the summer and give you a life and I want to see Corey. He's really good in bed. Like really good."

I just sighed. "If you come here you'll have to deal with me complaining." I pulled the hair band out of my hair, grabbing my phone and stalking to the bathroom mirror. "And where ever your staying take me with you. My parents are unbelievable. It's pathetic. My dad stole my vodka last night. Do you know how rude that is? I'm nineteen I can drink."

"Actually you can't." Hope said. "Not here. But that never stopped any of us. Go stay at a hotel. They're fun."

"Don't make fun of me," I said while I let my curls fall out and run wild. "But I can't sleep in hotel rooms unless I can hear somebody else in there."

"That's pretty creepy." Hope mused. "If rather not here people in my hotel room."

"Yeah well I can't do it. I need to hear sounds. Or I get freaked out. And besides hotel rooms cost money. And I think I'm going to lose all my money." I continued to pull out my makeup out of the draws, before pinning my hair out of my face and starting with the CC cream. "I told you, my parents are being bitches. So I may lose all my money."

"Take your money and comeback here." Hope fired. "We're all still on the Hampton's. You were at Josh's place before right?"

"Yeah." I had moved on to eyeliner once the cream was all rubbed in. "Do you think he'll let me stay there again? Because I'm really desperately considering it. Maybe if I go back everything can be fine again."