betrayal

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The next day
I anxiously awaited Rosies arrival in the small cafe. I don't know why I'm so nervous, this is just coffee. I felt stunned once I looked into her bright blue eyes. She offered a small wave.

"Hi." I smiled, pulling her into a short hug. There was something telling me to let the hug linger, but I pushed the voice away. "How are you?" She asked, sitting down across from me.

"Im ok. What about you?" "Average." She shrugged. I laughed. I felt more at ease than I have ever in the whole tour as we talked quietly. Her eyes lit up and danced around as she spoke.

"This is really nice. I don't have lots of people to talk to like this." I said, gesturing to her. "Same for me. I don't really have any handsome drummer friends." I blushed and pushed some hair out of my face.

"And I don't have any beautiful journalist friends." (BOI I'M MAD JUST WRITING THIS)  she smiled shyly and pulled a notepad and pen from her red purse.

She scribbled her digits across the page, then slid it over to me. "I live in Washington. I really think we need to stay in touch." "Hey, the night doesn't need to end yet!" I exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "We're adults. We can't stay out all night." "C'mon, we could go to that bar." She smiled. I knew I was getting my way.

"Alright, let's go."

Julia's P.O.V
I dragged myself to the phone, awfully sick. I think I have the flu. I feel burning hot all the time and exhausted. My head and throat hurts like a bitch. I whimpered as I hoped Dave would pick up on the other line.

Nothing.

I've been trying to get in contact with him all day. Its now night. I just really miss him. I really, really miss him. I sighed and stumbled back to my bed, where I had been residing for days.

I fell back into a deep slumber as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Kurts P.O.V.
"Dave, we've gotta go. We have our flight soon." Krist called as I unlocked the door to his hotel. A trail of clothes littered the floor. I stepped over all of it and peeked into the room.

Dave and the photographer girl from the other day were snuggled close together, naked. I felt a burning anger in my heart as i tried to wrap my head around the despicable shit he did.

"Wakey wakey!" Krist shouted, chucking a pillow at dave carelessly. He shot up. He looked confused at the woman beside him. His eyes popped. "Shit." He grumbled. The girl then stirred awake. "Hey." She smiled, looking up at Dave.

I turned around, not wanting to look anymore. I felt sick to my stomach. "You might wanna clean yourself up, Dave."

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