Perfection: A Jamie Campbell Bower Fanfic

Chapter Seven

 Zara walked through the door. She looked like she'd been running. "Good morning," she said to me as she grabbed a glass of water. "Good morning," I mumbled back. Something told me she hadn't really gone running but I couldn't say anything. She was one of my best friends and I had to trust her. I had a terrible feeling in my stomach though. "What are your plans for the day?" She asked sitting next to me on the couch. I put the TV remote down and stood up. "I have work. What about you?" She sighed. "I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll go shopping or something," she replied. I nodded and walked out of the room. I needed to get away for awhile. I really needed a holiday but I just couldn't afford it. Maybe I was just feeling homesick again.

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   I was just finishing up my shift when my phone rang. It had been quiet at work all day with no sign of Jamie. I answered the phone. "Hey Aimee. What's up?" I asked walking out of the coffee shop. "Can you get on Twitter right now? There's something you need too see," she replied sounding nervous. "Nope. I have no data left. I'm coming home now anyway. What is it?" I climbed in the taxi and gave the driver my address. "Just come quickly. It's better if you read it," she said and hung up on me. Suddenly my stomach was tied in knots and I was freaking out. I started trying to guess what it could be. But I had no clue.

    I walked up the stairs to our apartment, taking them two at a time. I was in a rush. I burst through the door to find Aimee sitting at the kitchen table her phone pressed to her ear and scrolling through her twitter feed. She put down her phone and groaned. "What do I need to read? And who were you talking too?" I asked sitting next to her. She pointed to the screen. "I was trying to get hold of Zara but she won't answer her phone," she replied standing up. She started pacing back and forth behind me while I read the article on Sugarscape. "Jamie Campbell bower spotted with yet ANOTHER mystery girl!" I read further down the article to find that the pictures attached to the article were of Jamie and Zara and in one of them they were kissing. Another showed them holding hands. I gasped. "What the actual fuck!" I exclaimed picking up my phone. Aimee snatched it out of my hand. "Laura, don't. She's not answering my calls. What makes you think she's going to answer yours?" She was right. There was no way she'd answer the phone once she saw my name come up. I was so angry and disappointed. How could she do this to me? I stormed down the hallway to the spare room and threw her stuff into her suitcase. Aimee had followed me. "Laura! Calm down! Why don't we wait for her to come home so we can talk about this?" I turned and glared at her. She sighed. I could hear one of our phones ringing in the kitchen but my anger had me frozen in one spot. "I'll get it," Aimee said turning to leave the room. The tears came now. I continued packing her things. I zipped up the suitcase and pulled to the front door.

   I lay in bed wrapped in my duvet. My head was pounding from all the crying. I heard the front door open. Then I heard Aimee and Zara talking. I knew I should get up and go and talk to her but I was still so angry. I knew it wasn't a good idea to go and speak to her face to face. I heard the front door open and close again. Aimee came into my room. "She's gone to a hotel," she said sitting on the edge of my bed. "Good," was all I could say. And the tears started falling again.