P.O.V. Luke
As Callie walked out of her flat, I went to the kitchen to meet the rest of the band and Mak. I found a letter on the table and took it.
- It’s Callie’s! Said Makaila.
- I know… Did she read it? I said, looking at the rose drawn on the back of the letter.
- Not yet. She locked herself up in her room since the call.
- Oh, okay.
I folded it and put it in my pocket. I looked around the flat. It was quite big, to be honest. There was a kitchen, a living room and 3 rooms. There was a balcony near the living room. I got out on the balcony. The flat was on the third floor so it was sort of high but not too much. I went back in and walked into the first room I saw. There was a couple of posters hung up on the walls. Beside the bed, there was a poster of Zayn. I figured it was Call’s room. I went to the bed and sat on it. I looked beside the bed on the bedside table. There was a couple of frames with different pictures in them. My eyes stopped on one. It was Callie and me, backstage, the day we first met. The one behind was me with my guitar. On the other bedside table, there was a picture of Callie and a woman, probably her mother, with a baby in her arms. I took it and eyed it carefully. I laid it back to its place and joined back the group. At the exact same moment, Callie raged in the flat and made her way to her bedroom. I followed her and as she slammed the door shut, I slide my foot to keep the door open. I looked at her, the tears streaming down her face. I really wanted to help her. Every day, I liked her more and more. Her beautiful brown hair that smelt so good, her shiny brown eyes and her soft skin. She smelt so fucking good. I couldn’t stand to see her with Zayn. He treated her so bad. She let me in as I sat on her bed. I took her hand and sat her down beside me.
- You know you can tell me everything.
- Why didn’t you tell me… she said, sliding away from me.
- You didn’t read my letter, Callie. Did you?
- What are you talking about?
I pulled out the letter from my pocket and unfolded it.
