When I got in last night I made myself a little snack and immediately crawled into bed after putting my phone on the charger. I didn't even check my phone because I wanted to get enough rest to be able to get up on time for work today. When I did finally check it I saw that Chris called me at least five times, left a couple voicemails and sent me a few texts. They were all of him asking me where I was and saying he wanted to talk to me while he had the time. I felt so bad about missing his calls, especially since I had looked forward to talking to him for almost two days straight.
I texted him when I got to work. Just a quick message to let him know that I was okay and that I missed him because I couldn't really talk. My focus had to be mainly on the work I had to do and not my love life.
Missing a day of work reminded me of when I'd miss a day in high school. Even though you were gone for one day, you most likely had a pile of homework and some kind of paper or project to do. At least in high school you could turn in stuff late and it'd just be on you. When you don't do your work here, it affects the entire magazine and the people in charge have to switch things around. Plus it makes you look bad and, being a person who invests a good portion of my life into fashion, I didn't like to look bad so Chris just had to wait.
The day went smoothly. Jessica was just as talkative as she normally is. She talked my ear off after not seeing me for a day, but I managed to get a lot of stuff done. That was great for me because I didn't want to have to stay late again or work more when I got home. I wanted to relax and try to talk to Chris since he hadn't texted me back all day.
Soon as I got in the house I took a quick shower and threw on the sweats I took from Justin and a tank. None of my clothes compared to how soft these sweatpants are and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible so I didn't have to think twice about wearing them. When I was fully dressed, I went to the living room and sat on the couch to call Chris. I didn't want to be in my room because I didn't want to fall asleep while talking to him.
"Hello?" he said once he answered the phone. I couldn't help the smile that took over my face once I heard his voice.
"Hey, baby. I miss you." I told him, rolling the bottom of the tank I wore between my thumb and forefinger. There was dead silence over the phone after I spoke. I took the phone from my ear to see if the call had somehow got disconnected but it wasn't. "Chris?"
"Where were you all day yesterday, Ivy?" he asked. My smile dropped because I was taken off guard.
"What?"
"I called you all day and you never answered. I texted you, left voicemails, and nothing. Instead I get a text this morning. What were you doing all day?" he asked me.
"I was at Justin's house." I replied, simply.
"Justin's house?" he asked, like it was obsurd of me to say that.
"Yeah." I said, still playing with the fabric of the shirt on my body. I knew that Chris wouldn't be too thrilled about me spending time with another guy. I know my boyfriend and he can be really jealous, but since it's Justin he shouldn't care that much. He took me around Justin all the time, it shouldn't be a big deal that I hung out with him.
"Why were you at Justin's house?"
"He threw a party and I fell asleep. When I woke up we just.. hung out all day." I answered.
"So... you're hanging out with him.. and ignoring my calls?"
"I didn't ignore your calls, I left my phone at home. I didn't think you'd call me that late and I didn't expect to spend the night." I told him. Hopefully he can just drop this so we can have the loving conversation I imagined when I picked up the phone to call him.
"What I'm trying to figure out is.. why you're even going to parties and hanging out with him when y'all never talked before." he said. I rolled my eyes.
"That's because I was always with you. Now you're gone and Justin is familiar. Please don't make this into something it's not." I begged.
"How can I not, Ivy?! This whole thing is sketchy and you know that."
"No, I don't, because it isn't." I told him. He can't think I'm doing anything with Justin. If I was, would I have even told him where I was? No. He needs to realize that.
"It doesn't sound that way to me." I sighed.
"Do you see me questioning who you're partying with after your shows or what girls are brought onto your bus daily? No, because I trust you. I thought you felt the same way." I told him.
"Whatever, I'll holla at you later." He hung up before I could respond and I found myself staring at the phone in disbelief for a few seconds before finally just putting it down.
Was Chris really tripping over me hanging out with Justin? It was harmless. Here I am moping around everyday because of how much I miss him and how lonely I feel and the first second we have a chance to really talk he's going off about me going to a party that his friend threw. Did he just expect me to sit at home while he was on tour? Am I supposed to not talk to anyone or go outside? Should I just spend my days inside the house by myself while he has the time of his life? I swear it's like he didn't even care about how I felt or what I'd be going through. He wasn't even thinking about how I could be affected by all of this. Just the thought of much he really didn't care made me mad, but more sad than ever.
I bit my lip to hold back the tears that I knew would flow regardless of what I did to try to prevent it. It hasn't even been a month or even two weeks and we were already fighting. I'm already crying over this dumb situation! This dumb world tour is already proving itself to be harder than any tour he's gone on before. At least, for me it was. I don't know how I'm going to get through this year.
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looks like there's trouble in paradise! lol do you think chris is overreacting? should ivory have lied to him or is it good that she told the truth? what would you have done? i'd love to hear you guys' thoughts!
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