Starships Were Meant To Fly [Louis Tomlinson FanFic]

Chapter Four

@Real_Liam_Payne: Radio talk show in Dallas tomorrow morning! make sure to listen!

We had just finished our concert this afternoon in Dallas, and in the morning we would be going on a radio talk show. It's been three weeks since the start of the tour, and so far it has been absolutely amazing. The boys and I have visited all of these great places and met some incredible people along the way. 

I miss home, I really do, but this life of travelling and meeting all these people is just amazing that I really don't want it to stop. 

I don't know, however, how much longer Max and I can make it on the tour. For the past two weeks, he's been drinking and heading out to bars nonstop, and get bloody wasted all the time. It wasn't fair to him that I wasn't there. Max needed someone who was there for him, and not someone like me who was living her dreams. He needed someone who would unconditionally support him - someone normal. I just really didn't cut it.

I loved him, but enough to let him go. I knew it was going to happen soon, just not as soon as I thought it would...

My phone rang, when the boys and I came home from the concert at around 6pm. 

"Hey boys, I'll see you tomorrow!" I said, as I quickly went back to my room to answer the call.

"Hello?" I asked, picking up the phone.

"Hey, it's Max" he said, his voice sad and depressed as if he had been crying.

"hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked, worried. I sat on the bed, crosslegged.

"I... I... I cheated" He said, beginning to sob. I was shocked for a moment, and then sighed.

"I'm sooo sorr..ryy"He said.

"It's okay Max" I said, trying to comfort him.

"No it's not. I'm a horrible boyfriend" he said, and all I can do was sigh. I had tears streaming down my face. "I'm a horrible horrible bloody boyfriend. I'm so sorry babe"

"It's okay, Max, I forgive you, but we just can't be together okay?" I said, putting it lightly for him. He sighed,  as he sniffed and I could tell he was done crying.

"I know. I'm just...I'm sorry I couldn't be like him. I wanted to be, but I couldn't. I can't. I'm so sorry. I love you. Please, be okay" He said, as more tears streamed down my face. He knew I would react like this.

"I'll be fine. I love you too" I said, sniffling.

"i'm sorry babe, but I can't live up to him. I'm so sorry" he said, and we hung up.

I sat there on my bed for a while. Staring at the wall, I could see the uneven lines of the paint, and where it had been chipping. 

"Hello?" I heard on the other line.

"Mom?" I whispered. I had called her unconciously.

"Sweety what's wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"Max...we broke up" I managed to say, and I felt the hot tears roll down my face.

"oh baby, it's okay" she said, trying to comfort me.

"he said he couldn't be like him....mom, i miss himm" I started to sob.

"It's going to be okay, okay? I know you miss him, love. No one can replace him babe. He's always going to hold a special place in your heart, but you'll be fine okay? You'll find room in your heart for someone else - someone different" Mom said. I sniffled, trying to hold back the tears, even though it was basically impossible.