Luke
I miss her. These past 3 weeks that's all I've been saying. I miss her. I miss Skylar. I just can't believe how it all happened. And I'm still trying to tell myself it happened. That it's real. She left me.
"Luke," I heard Calum' s shaky voice walk in the room. "Mate we have to go to the studio. Are you gonna come?" he asked. I took a deep breath. "No," I said simply. "Fine."
"You'll have to get up soon, Luke. We have a job. And fans who are worried sick about you" They have been trying to make me feel guilty, so that I get up. "I'm fine" I interrupt. He sighed, walking out.
They kind of gave up on me, I guess. I've been a reck these past few weeks. Completely miserable. I've just been drinking really. Sleeping. Trying to just wake up from this nightmare. I keep wondering though, Is she the same.
I still remember the night. When she told me she was leaving. And the make up running down her face. I swear it hurt her to leave, like she didn't want to leave. But she did. She walked out the door. And I haven't heard from her since.
I took another swig of beer and went back to sleep.
"Luke, I just can't do this anymore" she shook her head. "Do what" my heart speed up. "This," a tear fell down her cheek. "Us." I grabbed her hand, not really having words to speak. "So your leaving me?" I asked. She looked me in the eye. "I can't do this anymore" she let go. "You're lieing." I shook my head, completely in denial. "It's not working Luke" she stood up.
"It was working yesterday. We were fine. Skylar, what happened. What made it not work. I'll change. I will" I grabbed her arm. "I-Its not you, Luke." She shook my hand away. "Then what is it" I was completely confused. "I'm sorry" she looked down. "No," I said, she looked up. "I'm sorry. Cause something changed your mind. Something changed. And-" "Don't apologies. I know it's not your fault. I'm the one leaving" she turned around grabbing her bag.
"Skylar, Don't leave me" I held back tears. "I'm sorry" she said again. "Please" I begged. "I can't stay, Luke" She went to open the door. "Skylar" I grabbed her hand with a little bit of force. "No! I'm leaving. I'm sorry" she shook my hand away again. "If you're so sorry then why the fuck are you leaving" I was angry now. "Because" she said. "Why? Because Why, Skylar?" I rolled my eyes. "I can't do this anymore" she cried
"Is that even an excuse? Your leaving me because you can't do this anymore? Are you serious? That's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard. Are you just bored with me? Is that it? You have fame and attention so you're done? You've got all you wanted" I yelled.
She shook her head. "If you think I was with you for attention, the you're really an idiot" she yelled back. "Then why" I said more calmly. "I'm sorry" she had make up running down her face from crying. And I myself had a few tears slip.
"I have to go Luke. Goodbye" she sniffled. She opened the door not turning back for one second hopping into a car and driving off.
I woke up, sweating. My heart was racing.
"Bye" I said. I stood up, and went to take a shower. Trying to clear my head. But for the past few weeks all I could do was think. And it gave me a headache. I hopped out, the shower not working.
I went down stairs. The guys were all gone at the studio. I didn't bother turning on my phone, cause I knew I was gonna get yelled at for not showing at all. Not even calling in. But know Ashton, he probably told them everything.
I got dressed and sat down on the couch watching some random show that was already on. I finally decided to turn my phone ignoring all the calls and texts. I called Rylee. Who just so happened to be Skylar' s bestfriend.
"Hey," She chirped. "I'm so glad you called. The guys have told me you've been on total hush mode. Why'd you call?" I actually didn't know. Well I guess I did cause the words came out my mouth before I could process what I was saying. "Have you seen Skylar lately" "Yeah actually." I could hear shuffling in the back round. "H- How is she" there was no stopping me now.
"She's," she paused. "She's fine" "Really?" I asked. I thought she'd be like me. Which is miserable. "Yup. But how are you" Fuck. "Honestly" I sighed. "Terrible" "It'll get better Luke. She just wasn't the one like you thought" I could hear a voice. "She was the one. She just didn't think I was" I shrugged. "I'm sorry Luke. But you have a job. And fans who look up to you. And are worried about you. My best advice for you is to move on" she sighed. "I can't" and then I hung up.
"So she's fine" I yelled. I was the only one in here and I was talking to myself. "That's great. I'm fucking miserable" I yelled again. I walked into the kitchen grabbing another beer. But there was a note on the fridge.
Luke,
We'll be out at the studio for a few hours. Glad to know you got up :) But you're drinking all the beer. So if you still want to drink like you do, from now on you'll have to get it yourself. There's money in the envelope on the counter. But drinking your problems away won't help. Just saying. If you want we'll be hanging out with friends later tonight. If you want to come you can. We just don't like seeing you so down. Anyways see you in a few! Don't get to wasted.
- Cal
I crumpled the note up, and threw it in the bin. "I'll drink how ever much I want" I mumbled, opening the fridge taking the last bottle there was. "Here's to misery" I said, before chugging it down.
I guess I ended up passing out. Because the last I remember was me falling asleep on the floor. Fuck, I miss her a lot. But I guess she doing fine.
Later that night
"Luke" someone kicked my side. I stirred and immediately felt cold. Causing me to open my eyes. I was laying on the kitchen floor. I quickly stood up. "They're here. And honestly I don't think you want to see who it is. So just go to your room" he helped me keep my balance.
"Who is here that I can't see" I laughed. I was a drunken mess at this point. I felt like I was going crazy. I through my bottle to the floor it breaking into little shards of glass. "Luke seriously, leave" he said sternly. "I got- I got it" I lent down to pick up a piece. I grabbed a handful cutting my hand up pretty bad.
"Ashton" Calum yelled. Ashton and Michael both ran in. Looking at what just happened. I reached down to try and pick up some more but Michael stopped me. "No, Luke. We'll clean it up after we get your hand cleaned up" Ashton grabbed a rag a started wiping up the blood.
"You guys go back and keep them company, I'll help Luke" they nodded, Ashton still wiping my hand. "I don't need a rag I can just do this" I wiped my hand on my bare chest. "Luke" Ashton laughed slightly.
We were walking through the room when I turned deciding to look at who was here. Rylee, Sam, and Skylar. I stopped dead in my tracks looking over at her. "Skylar" I was in shock. I never thought I'd see her again. Especially at the state I'm in now.
"Luke" she looked me up and down. I looked down noticing all the blood that was on my chest. "Sorry, I was just gonna go clean him up" blood started dripping down my hand onto the floor. I took the rag and wiped my hand and the floor.
"Here" Skylar walked over to me. She took the rag and grabbed my hand. Gently dabbing it. She took me to the bathroom digging around the drawers. She got out the first aid kit.
She rinsed my hand off and quickly cleaned them up. She put a band aid over the worse ones. I didn't take my eyes off her for one second. "She damped a towel and wiped off my chest. "All better" she smiled. I nodded. She was about to walk out but I stopped her. "Thanks, Sky"
"Yeah." She nodded. "I- I miss you" I mumbled. She nodded again walking out. I didn't bother saying hi to anyone. I went to my room wanting beer but realizing we were all out. I put a shirt and jacket on. I slipped on some shoes and walked down stairs.
I took the envelope and made my way to the door. "Where are you going" Michael stopped me. "I need to get more beer. We're out" I avoided eye contact with Skylar. Keeping my focus on Michael. "Cause you drank it all" he mumbled. I shrugged.
"See ya"
