Eve's POV:
The place is packed.
There are more people here than there was at Ashton's birthday party.
Oh yea…
Ashton's birthday.
Images of Ashton hands all over me and sweet kisses and love making flash in the back of my brain.
Forget about him.
She's trying!
My subconscious and inner goddess are at it again.
Jesus.
Me and Grace squish past the half drunk partiers and make our way to Luke's tall figure by the couch.
Luke stands talking to a pretty boy with silky, brown hair and a very tall fella with emeralds for eyes.
Grace walks up to Luke and taps his shoulder, Luke turns around with hearts popping out of his eyes and smiles.
"You look great," He says quietly, she whispers something back but I can't hear her. Then, he takes her in his arms and gives her a very long-lasting kiss.
Wow.
Is that what me and Ashton used to look like?
All lovey dovey like that.
I feel like they can't see me, like I'm invisible, I feel awkward… Everyone else around me looks awkward too.
Did people feel awkward around me and Ash?
Probably.
But I didn't really notice, or care for that matter…
God knows Ashton didn't care.
"Is that Eve?" A british accent catches my attention.
I lift my head and standing a few feet from Grace and Luke's "love fest" is a very tall, very attractive male with shining green eyes and bright, curly hair.
Oh yes,
It's that Harry boy.
"Eve! You look fantastic," Harry says. "It's me, Harry. From the conference."
I giggle.
"I know, I remember you." I say with a smile. "How are you?"
"Good, good." He replies. "What about you? How 'ya holding up?"
Don't tell me he knows too…
"I'm doing…" Horrible. "Fine… Kind of stressing about school coming up but, nothing I can't handle." I try and work up a smile. Harry realizes that he's hit a soft spot and tries to change the subject.
"Oh, um," He tugs on the boy next to him's shirt. "Louis," He says. "Yea?" The pretty boy replies.
"Louis, this is Eve." He says. "Um, Grace's friend."
He wanted to introduce me as 'Ashton's girlfriend'.
But I'm not that anymore…
"Oh, hi!" Louis says with a smile, he's british too. He holds out his hand and I take it kindly.
"Hi,"
"Eve, isn't it?"
"Yes." I smile.
"Beautiful name," He says. "So, did you hear about the tour?"
"What tour?"
"The take me home tour." Louis grins from ear to ear.
"Oh, you guys are touring?"
