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August 29th, 2015

Adrianna's perspective

I sigh, hearing his voice telling me to stay.  As I turn back around he grabs my arm tugging me towards the outside balcony.

"Luke what the hell are you doing?" I say, emptiness takes over my body as I shiver from the breeze and his touch. Luke looks like he's having fun staring off in the sky. "Watch the sunset Adrianna." He slurs. God, who gave him a drink? He doesn't handle alcohol well when he was alone. It was something I learned and wished to forget. I wanted to forget everything I knew and adored about him. But I couldn't- and I didn't know why.

"You see that Adrianna?" Luke points to an arena far away. I remember he took me there to see one of my favorite bands there. We went back stage and I cried. It was weird. "Yeah why?" I chuckle furrowing my eyebrows and he pouts. "I took you there once. We went to see Panic. Do you not remember?"

"Oh no, of course I do Luke, it was last summer."

"Yeah." He laughs playing with his hair. His gorgeous blue eyes seemed dilated. I was growing concerned from his behavior. What could have possibly made him this way? Was it me? Did he know I was coming?

Questions and more questions fill my aching brain. Damn it's getting late. "That's when we were dating." Luke laughs into a sigh.

"I miss that." I admit turning to face him. After all this time the truth needed to get out.

"Yeah me too, me too! We should hang out more now, how long are you staying here?" He smiles picking a rose from the bush and planting it into my hands.

"Why did we split up in the first place? I don't remember much, only how we were both pretty hurt and then the media got involved." He says and my heart just shatters. Does he not see that I just want to keep us as friends? He's making it so hard to let go of everything. It's like the pain I once felt never left.

"You cheated on me for some model." The words spill out as I choked up. His eyes widened and then closes them like he's just received the worst news ever.

"Oh Adrianna, I am so sorry, I really am."

"It's fine, it's been a while." I say in all honesty but there was just something that was ripping at my heart.

"You were unhappy? Why was that Luke?" The tall boy shrugs and turns to the edge of the balcony and looks down

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"You were unhappy? Why was that Luke?" The tall boy shrugs and turns to the edge of the balcony and looks down. "I don't remember." He dead on just lied to me from the sound of his voice. I stayed quiet and moments later more people piled outside to accompany us. Harry saw me and waved. I smiled he was with some friends so I made my way back to my old lover.

"What's it like?" I asked him curiously running a finger through my curls. His blue eyes met my hazel. "What?" He says to me.

"The fame." I looked around for Harry, but he must have gone back inside with the others which just left him and I.

"It's lonely." He replied honestly. His eyes searched within mine looking for a spark, almost like he thought I would understand him. But I didn't. I never used him for the flashing lights ever time we went out. I never wanted a song written about me. I just wanted the regular Luke, although I loved the Luke that sings for thousands of fans I just wanted to love him for him, not for what he was and what he had.

"How so?" I stare blankly back at him. "It's like, oh 'you're famous, you are expected to do this and that and not that and this.' And quite frankly I don't want to do this and that, what if I wanted to do that and this? Adrianna it's just something I can't explain. I love it so much but fear it at the same time."

"Okay, I understand Luke." I smile up at him seeing him smile down at him. "You do?"

"Of course Luke."

"Well Adrianna, enough talking about me. How have you been doing love?"

"Alright, I guess?"

"What's up?" I knew it- I knew he knew I was lying. It's like he could read me. He knew me I wish he didn't have had to hurt me.

"I think I want to be a writer."

ACTUALLY TRASH OMF

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