Bullet (HU fanfic)

Last show for me..

***1 month later***
It was our last stop before the tour was over and I went back home. George and I have been a thing for a bit and it was kind of depressing that I was going to have to head back home. Turns out, I tagged along towards the end of the tour, but I didn't care, I had such a fun time with everyone it didn't even feel like I was on tour with them.

As the guys were getting dressed, George came over to me sitting outside of the dressing rooms on a bench. I had my head in my hands as I looked at the floor. I looked up at him and smiled. I stood up and gave him a meaningful kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled back and smiled. He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine.

"You ready for the last concert of tour?" I asked.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I can go back to relaxing. But also I'm not ready."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I won't be able to see your breathtaking beauty everyday cause you'll be going back to West Virginia," he explained.

I looked down at my feet.

"But hey," he said tilting my chin up towards him. "At least we have 3 more days until you have to go home. That's 3 days we can spend as much time with each other as we can."

I smiled and pecked him on the lips.

"Ok," Jordan said. "Enough with the kissing, we need him for the show."

I smiled and looked at Jordan. "Why? You jealous that it isn't you kissing me anymore."

He laughed, "maybe I am, but it happens, Your George's now."

I smiled and nodded to him as I looked at George. I gave him one last kiss before he put his mask on. I followed him over to the side of the stage and gave them all high fives as they walked into stage.

"Goodluck guys," I said.

After they started the show, a voice came from behind me.

"Still with those faggots?"

I turned to see Deuce with Sam on his side.

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm basically family."

Deuce scoffed and started to walk away. Sam whispered something in his ear and stayed back.

She smiled at me weakly, "listen. I'm sorry I snapped at you awhile back.... I was sore about the Charlie situation and I felt so bad after I snapped. I'm-"

I cut her off with a tight hug. "Don't be sorry. I haven't been completely honest with you."

She looked at me confused. I shook my head and motioned for her to sit down on a bench.

"You know when I told you that he jumps from girl to girl? Well... I was a bit sore about the Jordan thing because him and I were a thing for a while."

Sam gasped. "Seriously?"

I nodded, "yeah, for about a year and a half. Him and I were so happy and madly in love. He would disappear for months at a time and didn't explain where he went. Then he would come back and drink like a freight train. I told him he would have to cut down on the drinking because it was costing a lot of money, wasting time in between us, and that something bad was going to happen. Surely enough, after out year and a half mark, I got a message from Danny which was a picture of Jordan and another hoe. He was smashed and clearly didn't know what he was doing, but I didn't care. I was furious. I called him the next day and accused him. Of course, he lied until I pulled the picture up and he told the truth. He sung like a swan does before they died. I then told him he needed to come around more and stuff and we'll, we broke up."

Sam's jaw was basically on the floor after my explanation. She leaned over and gave me a tight hug and mumbled I'm so sorry into my shoulder. I then told her it was fine.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I nodded and looked over at Deuce who was talking to his band members. I smiled.

"Yeah," I replied. "Now, don't worry about me because I'm with George, he's an awesome guy and I don't see us going anywhere. Now, go have fun with Deuce and I'll see you back home. We'll catch up then."

Sam smiled and gave me another hug before walking back over to Deuce and them. I stood up and walked back to the side of the stage. I stood and watched all of the guys having fun on stage. I danced along and had a blast.
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After the show, I went and grabbed the guys drinks. I came back and they were no where to be found. I looked around and heard giggling down the hall. I slowly walked towards the noise and found Jordan and a girl. Then I heard giggling from the room. I opened the door and dropped the beer bottles. My heart sank as a chick was kissing George. Her hand was in his crutch area and she was straddling him on the couch. His eyes were wide and shoved the chick backwards and looked at me. The girl hit the ground and mumbled something incoherent.

"Lilly... it isn't what-"

I stopped him before he could continue. "George, how much have you had to drink?"

"Too much to count." He replied slurring words.

I shook my head and looked up. "Why did I let myself open up to a celebrity again... I always get broken."

"Lilly," he started.

"No," I said scarily calm. "I don't want to hear it. I knew I shouldn't have let you in. Told you my weaknesses, told you everything about me. Let you in. Let you into my heart because I was wanting to be loved like I was once before."

Tears ran down my cheeks as my heart shattered.

"Lilly," he explained. "She pushed up onto me..."

I held up my hand and turned. I wiped the tears as I slowly walked out the door. A hand grabbed my wrist.

"Lilly..." he whimpered.

"I don't want to hear it..." I whispered. "I...I just want to go home..."

I gently pulled my hand from his grip and slowly walked down the hall with what dignity I had left. I walked out to the bus and saw Jorel smoking outside. He looked at me and walked over. He placed his  hand on my cheek.

"Lilly," he said in a soft tone. "Are you ok?"

I nodded. "I'm fine... I just want to go home..."

Before he could say anything else, I walked onto the bus and grabbed my bags. I pulled out my phone and called Sam. I asked her if she drove and of course she did... we were seven hours from home. She pulled up next to the bus. I opened the bus door and walked out. I put my stuff in the trunk of the car and went to get into the car when I looked at Jorel. I squeezed my eyes shut because I didn't see Jorel... I saw George. I got into the car and we made our way back home.
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George's P.O.V
After Lilly walked down the hall, I was basically slapped back into the sober world. I ran back to the bus to see Jorel looking off into the distance. I ran up to him and grabbed him by the jacket.

"Where did she go?" I said choking back tears.

"She left," he replied. "She went home."

I sighed and let go of Jorel and walked onto the bus. I climbed up into my bunk and just stared blankly at the ceiling of the bunk.

Why did I have to go and get drunk? Why did I let drunk me take over? Now I've let the best thing that has ever happened to me leave my life....