As soon as the door fell shut behind them, something inside of me just clicked. I was sick to death of all of this. I was certainly done with being a pathetic mess and having a pity party for myself. I was just angry. At who - well, I really had no one to be mad at except myself - so I was just pissed off in general.
I wanted to get the hell out of here. Grab my stuff and get on the first plane back to Chicago. Who knew what I'd do when I got there, but at least I would be home and miles away from all of this. From Louis. Maybe I could even start to properly move on from him. Who knows. All I did know was I couldn't begin to try until I got far, far away.
So I grabbed my duffel bag and collected the few spare items I'd left lying around. I sloppily threw my toiletries in, not even caring if they all spilled about. I double checked the cabinets and drawers - not that I ever really used they, but just to be safe. When I was satisfied that I had everything I took my keycard from my pocket and laid it by Alexis' bed.
The rest of my stuff was on our tour bus - and admittedly some was left on the One Direction bus, but I figured I could live without those articles of clothing and my zebra slippers. Even if they were super soft.
I punched in the key code to the bus, praying desperately to whoever was above that no one would be in there. Apparently something was going my way today, because the place was completely empty. Silent except for the sound of the wind whipping at the windows. I didn't want to push my luck further, though, so I hurriedly began zipping around the place, finding everything that belonged to me and firing it into my bags.
"Stella?"
I had been so focused as I searched under my bunk that I guess I hadn't even realized that the door had opened.
"Why are you crying?" Alexis asked as soon as I looked at her. I guess I hadn't realized I'd started crying either. "And...why are you packing? What's going on?"
I wiped under my nose with the back of my sleeve and turned back to the pile of clothes I'd been trying to sort through neatly. I gave up and just began scooping it and throwing it into the bag. The tears were falling harder now.
"You...you can't be leaving? What's going on?" Her voice was frantic now as she rushed towards me. Her frown deepened as I moved away to reject her touch.
"I'm going home, I'm quitting. I'm done."
Her jaw hung agape and she blinked rapidly. "Quitting? Stella! You can't...you can't leave me. I need you, you're the... Stella you can't leave me pregnant and alone!"
"You have Niall," I reminded as I zipped up my suitcase. "Anyway not everything is about you. I have to go for me."
"Is this about Louis? You guys...what happened? Did you break up?" Alexis rambled on. "If you did I'm sure you can work it out - you don't have to leave, anyway. Louis wouldn't want-"
"I don't have a choice!" I snapped. "Look, there's a lot of shit going on that you don't know. Wouldn't begin to understand. I'm sorry, but I have to leave. You'll be fine, okay? Niall's going to take care of you just fine. Now I have to go."
"Fine, whatever," Alexis murmured, obviously offended. "Do you at least want your Chanel back?"
Shit, I had almost forgotten that I'd loaned her the Chanel clutch Louis had surprised me with before one event. Perrie had picked it out for him - it was the light pink one, and I loved it dearly. Not to mention it was from Louis and I wanted to keep as many good memories I had with him as possible. "Yeah, is it in here?"
