cupcake girl. | c.t.h |

fuck you.

Wednesday.

Management called me into the office to help them pick my replacement. I know the boys better so they want my opinion on who will actually be able to handle them. Two management works and I sat one side of a long table and one candidate across from us.

"State your name," Jacob spoke.

"Jasmin Var," the blonde, dark brown eyed lady spoke. She seemed to be in her late twenties and wore professional clothing.

"Tell us about yourself, Jasmin," Maria spoke as she scribbles little flowers and hearts around her husband's name on a piece of paper.

"I'm 28 years old, I used to manage small bands and so it helps me stay on my toes," she nodded.

"How are you with teenage boys?" I questioned. It's a good question seeing as the boys are reckless and always stink unless you tell them to shower.

"Not bad, I dealt with a band named Fuck You and they smelled horrible, I remember I always had to remind them to shower," she laughed softly.

"Yeah, same with these boys," I smiled.

-

"Thank you for coming in, we'll contact you asap," Jacob faked a smile as he escorted the old man out the door.

"So, top 3?" Maria sat up.

"I like Jasmin, Luis, and Lesly," I looked at the list of names of the people that came in.

"Me too," Jacob commented.

"Me three," Maria added.

"You guys can pick from there, I've helped enough," I packed up my notebook and pen.

"You sure you want to do this, Lupe?" Jacob placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me sadly.

"Yeah, I need to be with my family, I can't manage anymore," I nodded sadly.

"We'll miss you, and your cupcakes," Maria hugs me and I return the gesture.

"I should get going, I need to talk to the boys and pack my bags," I pulled away and said my goodbyes before leaving the room and the building.

-

"Let's go out!" Mikey spoke in the dull room. All of us were just sitting around watching a movie that no one was really paying attention to.

"I'm too depressed to leave this hotel room," I mumble mainly to myself but I knew everyone heard.

"Come on, Lupe, it'll take your mind off things for a bit," Ashton begged. I shot him a glare before rolling my eyes and nod my head slowly.

"Let me go change," I got up from where I was previously sitting on the floor. Once I had gotten to my room, I changed into black shorts, a black shirt, black cardigan, and black high tops. Looks good to me. "Let's go," I sigh as I left the room.

As we got in the car, I sat in the backseat, I leaned my head on the window as I watched everything pass by me. 'I have to tell them, they deserve to know,' I thought myself before sighing.

-

I picked at my food with a fork as I heard the boys playfully argue about the pronunciation of 'pecan'. I was hungry but I couldn't seem to find myself eating. I felt as if food was too good for me after I tell them that I'm leaving.

"Lupe, what do you think? Pecan or pecon?" Calum nudged me softly.

"Pecan," I sighed, Calum and Luke high-fived for I seem to be on their side.

"3 against 2, we win," Luke laughed.

"I'm going home on friday," I spoke up and my words were rushed.

"What are you talking about?" Ashton questioned and all eyes were on me.

"I can't continue the tour with you guys, I'm going home," I sighed. I looked up to see 4 sets of eyes staring at me in confusion and sadness. "I can't pretend that I'm okay anymore cause I'm clearly not, I need to be with my family."

"We are your family," Calum mumbled.

"You know what I mean," I replied sadly.

"This is bullshit, Lupe! You have to stay here with us," Calum shouted before storming out of the restaurant. I was about to chase after him but Mikey held me back and Ashton ran after him.

"I'm so sorry, guys," I cried into my hands.

"We understand, Lupe, Cal will come around," Mikey and Luke give me side hugs.

"Let me go pay and we can head back to the hotel," Luke pulled away and left the table to go pay for the meal that was barely eaten.

Once Luke came back, we got in the car and made our way to the hotel.

"You sure you want to leave?" Mike asked as I stared blankly out the window.

"I am, I just need time to myself and I can't continue working when everything is crumbling down," I responded. I looked down at my phone, hoping to see a message from Calum but there was nothing.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, you can talk to us whenever you need," Luke looked through the rear-view mirror at me and I give a small nod.

"Of course," I smiled sadly.

"Okay good, we'll miss you."

"I'll miss you guys the most."

-

"Calum?" I knocked on his hotel room door but nothing. I took out a spare room key, I have a spare for each of the boys' rooms since they tend to lose their own. It's been a few hours since we cam back to the hotel and I wanted to check on Calum cause I felt horrible.

"Calbaby?" I call out after opening the door. I hear bed squeak and moans coming from the bedroom. "This is a bad idea," I spoke to myself as I walk to the bedroom, opening the door slowly.

"Oh. My. GOD!" my eyes were met with Calum's ass as he pounded into a brunette's vagina. "Oh god, oh god," I ran out the hotel room as I heard Cal call out for me. I scrambled to get my room key and entered my hotel room, then slamming the door shut.

"Lupe! It's not what it looks like," Calum called from the other side of the door.

"It looked like you were fucking some random bitch!" I seethed.

"Okay, maybe it is what it looks like," he sighed. "I'm sorry alright, you have just been distant with me and I needed something to make me feel better."

"Well sorry my best friend died! Sorry I haven't been there for you cause I'm dealing with my own shit!"

"I just missed you, a lot, I don't know what I was thinking," he cried.

"Fuck you, Calum, I don't want to see you unless it's mandatory, we're over," I yelled. I ran over to my bed and crawled in. I lost my best friend and my boyfriend, what a fantastic life I have.

I cried myself to sleep for what seems to be the hundredth time this week. Why is everything happening to me? Why am I the one who keeps getting hurt and damaged?

I guess happiness is just temporary.

A/N: well then, more depressing shit. wtf is wrong with you calum