To
My love:
I miss you lily. I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm an asshole, I know.
I sent the text and walked into the 'living room' area of my hotel room. I should think about buying a house, this whole paparazzi being right at my door is straight annoying. I picked up the hotel phone and dialed 9831. "Hello, this is room service." I looked at the breakfast menu, already knowing what I was going to order. "Yes, hi, can I get 3 pieces of toast, scrambled eggs, and 6 pieces of bacon." I placed the menu on the couch next to me and propped my legs up. "It's been a while since you called Mr.Bieber, feeling better?" I looked at the phone before hanging up.
That was a dick move. No it wasn't. Why couldn't you just say 'I'm doing fine'? Because I didn't want to. I began to doze off when I remembered I texted lily. I practically ran to my phone and clicked on the screen. Nothing.
To: my love
Are you okay? You're not answering.
I looked at my phone a couple minutes longer before I was scared shitless when someone knocked on the door. I put my phone in my sweatpants pocket and jogged to the door. "You hung up on me." Carol said while wheeling the cart with my food in my room. "I don't answer questions about my personal life. You can leave this right here. I'll call- someone when I'm done and they'll come get it." Carol smiled with closed lips and headed to the door. I closed the door behind her and plopped down on the couch, after pulling my phone out of my pocket.
From
My Love:
I'm fine. Thank you.
I stared at my phone screen. Thank you? What does that even mean? I walked over to my breakfast and took a piece of bacon from the full plate.
To
My Love:
What are you doing today? Can I make yesterday up?
I watched as three bubbles popped up on her side of the conversation. Then they went away. 2 minutes went by. Nothing. Then 7 minutes. And then an hour.
She never replied.
- they say it takes 21 days to break a habit
