Want You Back

15.

It was finally Friday.

Usually, for most twenty-year olds, Fridays meant going out to bars or clubs with your friends, waking up Saturday morning with a hangover and the possible walk of shame. For most celebrities in Hollywood, Fridays meant clubbing in the VIP section of elite clubs or going out to high-end restaurants with significant others. Seeing as I was a combination of both a twenty-year old and a celebrity, it should be expected of me to have a wild night regardless of what shenanigans I get up to.

Yet tonight, that just wasn't me.

I was curled up on my couch in my penthouse apartment in Downtown LA, clothed in comfy sweats and one of my brother's old t-shirts, scrolling through shows on Netflix. I settled on the newest episode of Jane the Virgin, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get into the show. Barely one quarter through, I paused the show and reached for my MacBook, googling '5 Seconds of Summer'. I was rewarded with hyperlinks to their latest songs - 'Want You Back' and 'Youngblood'.

Even though I should hate the songs - they were about me after all - I couldn't. Damn Luke Hemmings and his catchy lyrics.

The chords to 'Youngblood' poured from my laptop speaker, Luke's deep voice joining in as the familiar snapping started. I put the video on repeat and stood up, making my way to the kitchen, swaying my hips to the music.

Murmuring the lyrics under my breath, I did a clean sweep through my cabinets, scouring for some snacks. I tugged out an unopened bag of Doritos and promptly dived in, my toe tapping along to the song as it continued to play. I plopped back on the couch and began to scroll my Twitter, and by the time I was bored with that (took roughly five minutes) I had all the lyrics to 'Youngblood' memorized.

By the third play through of the song, I was standing on my couch, bag of chips long forgotten in the kitchen and belting out the lyrics with Luke, pretending to strum along on my air guitar. I tumbled off the couch and sashayed to the liquor cabinet in my kitchen, selecting a bottle of vodka.

With my iPhone pressed between my ear and shoulder, I took my first swig of liquor that evening, as I waited for the call to connect. "Cara! Please tell me you're in LA," I begged into the phone.

Cara chuckled, "sorry babe, I'm out in Paris on a shoot with Kenny."

I groaned dramatically and flopped onto a bar stool, taking another swig of vodka. "Why wasn't I invited?" I whined.

"Because someone had to go and be a moviestar on top of being a supermodel." Cara laughed.

"Some friend you are. Aren't model friends supposed to stick together?" I pouted.

There were voices on the other end of the line, and I could hear Kendall's voice call out to me. "Hi, Ken Doll!" I grinned, missing my friends suddenly.

"I love you Princess Jasmine!" I heard Kendall holler before Cara was back, giggling. "I'm sorry, babe, but Kenny and I are on set right now. I promise we'll FaceTime when we get back from it, okay?"

"Fine. Good luck babes! Kisses!" We ended the brief phone call by making kissy noises into the speaker, and then I was alone again.

I massaged my temples and took another sip from the vodka bottle, putting up the volume on my laptop. I collapsed on my couch after switching the song to 'Want You Back' and began to sing the lyrics loudly and very off key, giggling to myself when I got the words mixed up. But I didn't care because I was at home and drinking vodka straight out of the bottle - if this was the way I wanted to get over Luke Hemmings then so be it.

I raised my bottle in the air as if toasting myself and took a long sip, loving the burn of the hard liquor as it slid down my throat, blurring my vision and rationality in the process.

Luke wiped the sweat off his brow as he entered his parents' house. Darting straight to the fridge, he reached for a bottle of water and chugged the entire thing, feeling winded from his jog. After spending years on tour, Luke had felt his physique slip, and had vowed to get into better shape before the next tour.

He settled himself at the kitchen table, grabbing an apple to munch on as he scrolled through his Instagram and Twitter. Finishing off his apple, Luke opened SnapChat and began to flip through stories mindlessly, when he noticed someone in particular had updated their story. Jasmine.

Luke's fingers shook slightly as he clicked on her icon, watching as a video began to play.

'Hey guys, it's around... ten o'clock in the evening on a Friday night. And I should be out partying or clubbing but instead, I'm home alone, watching Netflix and listening to my ex-boyfriend sing about me,' she hiccupped.

The next segment started. 'Listen, I'm not about promos and shit, but this song is pretty good. Like damn, I know I should hate it, but I can't! Luke Hemmings is a lyric guru or some shit,' she chuckled, lifting a glass bottle into view. 'And yes, this is alcohol, and yes, I am not of age, but fuck it! I'm of age in Canada, which is where I'm from so fuck you United States. Also, yes, I am drunk.'

Luke couldn't help but chuckle; his heart swelling at her mentioning him and the song.

'Also, for the record, I would like to say that having model best friends is useless if they aren't in the same country as you. So Ken Doll, Enchantress,' she raised her bottle, 'this one's for you.' Jasmine took a long drink of whatever was in the bottle.

Luke shook his head as his ex-girlfriend continued babbling, singing along to his lyrics and taking swigs of her bottle. But he knew better; Jasmine wasn't one to drink unless she was at a party - something was clearly bothering her.

He set his phone down on the table. Jasmine was hurting because of what he had done to her - because he had broken her trust. She didn't want to just be a song to him; she didn't want him to see her just as a muse for lyrics; she wanted to be able to trust him, and Luke had destroyed any shot of that.

Luke was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his iPhone ringing, alerting him that someone wanted to FaceTime with him. He frowned as he looked at the screen: unknown. Luke declined the call, setting his phone back on the table, returning to his thoughts about Jasmine.

Not five minutes later, his phone began ringing again - another FaceTime notification. Luke rolled his eyes and declined the call again, but the device lit up again, ringing once more. Feeling frustrated now, Luke accepted the call and glared at the camera as the video connected.

Luke felt his anger melt away instantly - Jasmine was on the other other line.

A/N: AHHHHHHHH you guys have almost gotten me to 100 votes and over 1k reads!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who has read, voted, commented and enjoyed my story so far! I apologize for my lack in activeness here for some time but I'm backkkk babyyyyyy.

If we could get Want You Back to 90 votes I will do a DOUBLE update!! Sound like a good deal?