I'm His; Magcon

9.0

We got out of the cab. And I was freezing. Matthew handed me a jacket.

"Thanks." I said, slipping it on.

He went around to the trunk and grabbed out a picnic basket, then a blanket.

"A picnic at ten? Really?"

"Yep."

We walked over to a grassy field in front of the Eiffel Tower. We laid out the blanket then sat down. Matthew opened the picnic basket. He took out a bunch of food.

"Oh my god, twinkie." I said grabbing one. I opened the wrapper and shoved it in my mouth. I moaned from the pleasure.

Matthew laughed at me.

He leaned back, taking a bite of a big pretzel.

I leaned back too.

"Beautiful." I said.

Matthew smiled, "Am I one of the top five?"

"For sure."

"Tomorrow we'll be in Italy."

"I know." I shook my head. "It's crazy."

"I'm traveling the world with all my favorite people."

I smiled. We sat in silence. Until he broke it.

"Danielle. What if after you on the rest of the dates...you choose someone else?"

I looked at him, "I-I don't know. I didn't think about it."

He looked back at the Eiffel Tower. I stared at him.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." He stated.

"This date?"

"All of them." He claim. "I should've just left you with Aaron."

"Are you mad?"

"No." He stood, grabbing everything. "Just realized how big of a hoe you are."

I stood, stunned at what had just came out of his mouth.

"I said what I said." He walked away.

"Matthew!" I yelled and ran after him. "You're the one that came up with the idea!"

"That was before you kissed every single one of us."

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "you can't seriously be mad at me."

"I'm not mad, I'm ashamed that I even know you."

He pulled away and walked across the street.

"At least I'm not an asshole!"

He turned and smile, walking backwards slightly. "But instead a slut."

He turned back.

I turned and punched a nearby trash an as tears started rolling down my face.

"Ma'am are you okay?" A lady asked.

I looked at her, "I'm fine."

I ran across the street and fast walked back to the hotel. After about forty five minutes I reached the lobby. I walked to the elevator but I needed a card.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. My finger hovered over my brothers number, but remembered he was with Shawn. And I didn't wanna call any of the guys. I scrolled to Johnsons number. I clicked it and held the phone to my ear. I breathed heavy as tears still ran down my face.