Love Me {Sequel To Last Hope}

Chapter Eleven-The End

" I guess I was running from something; I was running back to you.
Lost here in London with nothing; I'm still running back to you. If you can love me again, I could let go of everything." - 5 Seconds Of Summer, Outer Space

T E L L I E

New York City, January

"Is it on?" I asked.

"Not yet." Hope shrugged. Her blonde hair was tied back, her bug eyes shimmering blue In The light of Clary's kitchen. Clary was beside me, clicking her fingers. Clary was one of those beauty goddesses. Deep brown hair that was curled, deep brown eyes and a small amount of freckles that gave her innocence. She was tanned from living in California, but not as tanned as Marie, who was on the other side while Hope tried to get her phone camera to stay up.

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked wearily.

"We're bored." Clary told me.

"Yeah but-"

"Shut it British." Marie hissed. She was tanned, bleach blonde, with eyes like razors. A sharp nose and flawless skin from head to toe. "Why are you worked up? By the way your going on you'd think we're making a sex tape. We're just posting a Capella on Instagram."

"My Instagram." I sneered. "Why do we have to post it on my Instagram?" I whined. "Why not one of yours?"

Marie's looked at me like I was stupid. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss over Eleven million follows, I assumed you liked posting on Instagram." She snapped. "We post it on yours because we're guaranteed likes. Even we sound crap some desperate girl will commenting how great we are."

"People on Instagram are savage." I told her. "When I was thirteen I had a hate account for me." I snapped. "If we suck they'll tell us."

Hope finally had her phone standing on its own. "Okay, so do I film yet?"

"No." I said and everybody groaned. "I don't want to post it." I urged. Everybody groaned again. I couldn't help it. The idea of posting singing on Instagram felt like a death sentence. "I don't want anything bad to happen." I said.

"It's a fifteen second video!" Clary snapped. "For crying out loud Tellie the president isn't going to come and shoot you over it! What bad thing could possibly happen? Your voice is amazing like damn it I hate you did having such a good voice."

I groaned. I didn't want her to say that. They had been saying it for weeks. I sing one time because Josh made me and now they kept insisting I could sing. It was how girls night in turned to this. "I posted a singing video on Instagram once." I started. "Yeah at a sleepover, me and my friend posted videos and when my dad picked me up the next day he was mega pissed off me for posting them and he made me delete every single one."

Marie scoffed. "Oh I'm sorry, I forget you were twelve." She said. "I thought you were eighteen and an adult."

"Marie-"

"I forgot you weren't allowed to do anything without daddy's permission." She continued. It was all just sarcastic. In a way. It was sarcastic as well as trying to push me to do it. "Oh no, Tellie if you post this on Instagram, does that mean that your dads going to fly to New York just to make yell at you and make you remove your Instagram videos." I didn't want to say he totally would fly over here just to yell at me if he got mad at something. It wasn't like being overseas helped out. I was surprised he hasn't flown over to bitch at me for not speaking to him all year. He sent me a text calling me a selfish bitch on Christmas... "Oh no Tellie, if you post this you'll be such a bad girl. Maybe you'll need to be spanked."