Twitter (Jack Avery)

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Song for this chapter: More than this- One Direction

Hope.

A feelings of desire for a certain thing to happen

There was none left. It been three months. Three months since I held Jack in my arms.

He is super busy now. He's on the jingle ball tour. The only time we talk is before I go to sleep and that's difficult because there is so many time different time zones.

I wish it wasn't hard. I wish it was different, but it's not.

For me, I been getting my name out there. I created my own bathing suit line which by the way has been getting big.

With that there has been tons of stress. I take online courses for the school of business. The work and time I have to put in is unbelievable.

Not only has that been stressing me out, my mom. She was diagnosed with stage two Brest cancer. I have told Jack and he been helping me a lot.

I haven't been taking care of myself. There is so much stuff that fills my mind that I forget about myself. I'm always thinking about class, my mom, Jack. I don't have time.

My anxiety has taken over my body. I have break downs every day. They come randomly. I feel alone. I feel like I have no support. I feel selfish for feelings like this because my mom is going through worse. And Jack always has stress on top of his shoulders.

I hardly speak about what i'm going through with him.

My phone started ringing pulling me out of my thoughts. I closed my laptop and answered.

Jacks face lit up on the screen. I smile at the sight of him.

"Hi baby." He starts.
I glance away from his face and onto mine. I look horrible. I have acne all over my face, I have bags under my eyes, I couldn't even pretend to thing I don't look that bad.

"Hi."I say just above a whisper.

His smile fades. "Aaliyah you don't look to well, are you okay?"

My heart starts racing and tears fill up in my eyes.
"I'm sorry Jack can I call you tomorrow?"

"No tell me what's wrong." He demands.

I put my phone down so e couldn't see me. "I'm just stressed." I try to reassure him.

"Do not lie to me. You don't just look stressed."

Tears start flowing down my face and my nose starts to run.

"We can talk about it later I don't want to ruin your night, you have a show."

"If you don't tell me what's wrong i'm gonna skip the show and fly to you right now."

I stay quiet and debate if I want to tell him.
"Fucking tell me god damn it!" He yells into the phone.

More tears start flowing and I can't contain myself. I always have to fuck up.

"Jack you wanna know what's wrong? My life. My life has been falling apart. I can't take this anymore. I know you are super busy but I can't have more then an hour to talk to you. This relationship isn't strong anymore. We aren't how we use to be. We use to be so in Love now we just talk when you have a minute. I need someone to hold me. I need someone to help me through everything and you aren't that."

He stays quiet and takes in what I said.

"So what you don't want to be together anymore? Am I that shitty of a boyfriend? Do you not love me anymore?"

"Of course I fucking love you. If I didn't I wouldn't kept spend the last three months on this string of hope."

"What do you want me to do? Quit my job? Do you want me to be there with you every second of the way cause you can't do anything yourself?"

"You know what Jack? Fuck you. I seriously can't remember the last time we talked about me. It's all about you and your fucking tour. I understand you are doing bigger and better things then me but the least you could do is ask about my day. Fuck you and don't talk me again." And with that I hung up.

I threw my phone across the room and placed my head in my hands.

Happiness never lasts