Living Under A Paper Moon (All Time Low Fanfic)

Chapter 15

I turned and moaned with the pain in my head. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet and I could already feel it coming on.

"Sweetheart, wake up! Please? We're making an announcement and I want you to be there." Alex shook me slightly. I tried to open my eyes but I was so tired they barely opened at all. I saw a blurry outline of Alex standing in his boxers. I rubbed my eyes and stretched and pulled the blanket back over my head. Alex laughed sitting up on the bed and pulled the covers down from my face. He kissed me and suddenly I woke up.

"Okay, okay!" I smiled on his lips. He got up and passed one of his tShirts over to me and underwear from my bag. I pulled them on and skinnies from a pile on the floor, since Matt and the others were here. I looked in the mirror. What the fuck did Alex see in me? Ew, I looked worse than usual, blame it on the drink I thought. I looked over at my dress from last night the was lying on the floor where it'd been thrown. I saw the dark stains from Jacks blood. I wondered did he go to the emergency room this morning. Hopefully, I didn't think I could be near him at the moment. I followed Alex down stairs and everyone was seated in the kitchen, including Jack. All the seats were occupied so Alex lifted me up onto the kitchen counter like I was five. Alex handed me a bottle of water from the fridge knowing I was hungover.

"Okay, everybody I told ye I have to tell ye something. Well your tour has been booked and we'll start touring in the new year!" Matt smiled and everybody cheered, except me. It wasn't even being seperated from Alex anymore, it was the whole band. Besides the girls and Hannah, the band and their crew had been some of the only friends I made. It sounded so sad and stupid now, but all the time, they were all I needed. I had to get out of the kitchen before my emotions took the better of me.

"Alex, I'm going to take a shower." I said and walked out of the kitchen and up to Alex's room and threw all my laundry into a plastic bag, packed away all my stuff and decided to head home before anyone noticed. I scribbled a note and left it on the bed. 

"Hannah needed me."  and tiptoed out of the room.

"Yo Stevens, where you going?" Jack called. Fuck caught  by the wrong person at the wrong time.

"Thanks for all your help last night by the way. Didn't get a proper chance to say it with the passing out and the drunkenness." Jack said slapping his hands off the wheel of the car to the rhythm of the Blink-182 song we had blaring in his car. We were stuck in traffic which was just my luck, this was the last place I wanted to be, stuck in a car with my boyfriend best friends who proclaimed his love for me the night before. There really was something weird about this. I, Sophie Stevens, made two members of All Time Low fall for me? There had to be some joke behind this.

"It's okay." I muttered under my breath.

"Sophie?" he asked. I turned my head and looked at him properly for the first time.

"What's up? You're acting weird." he said. I really wanted to know was this a joke, I could ask him was it.

"Jack," I was worried in case he'd start laughing in my face that it took me this long to realise it "do you remember anything from last night?" I couldn't go through with the question and decided to go in  a different question.

"You don't mean being so drunk, splitting my head opening and you trying to help me, you mean the fact I said I love you, right?" his beautiful brown eyes looked intently into mine. Fuck, he actually did remember. I nodded cautiously. He turned back to the road as the traffic started moving. I think he was waiting for me to say something but I was too nervous to say anything, also kind of shocked that he remembered. The traffic stopped again but he stared out onto the road.

"I remember what I said." he didn't make eye contact with me and looked down at the wheel.

"You were drunk, so you weren't serious right? You're not actually in love with me?" I said almost too quickly, sounding desperate. He didn't answer. The traffic moved again and we drove around the corner to the street where my apartment was.

Just before we reached it I asked him again "Jack?"

He stopped the car in front of my apartment block and turned and looked at me.

"No, Sophie, I do not love you. I just said it to be funny last night. I have absolutely no feelings for you and just kissed you back the last day for the fun of it. And I just leave the room and hate every second you and Alex even fucking touch each other, for no reason." Jack shouted. This was the first time I'd ever seen Jack angry. Ever. Normally he was either the fun jokey, nice guy or the sweet adorable one but never had I seen Jack like this. He leaned forward and put his head on the steering wheel.

"Just leave? Please?" he said and I got out of the car and he drove away as fast as he could.

Hannah was still in Brendons, so I had the apartment to myself. I didn't want to be alone so I rang Sarah because I knew Celine was working.

"Hey Whore, whats up?" she answered after two rings.

"Nothing just bored and lonely as usual." I replied laughing "Wanna go to the cinema or something?"

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, Pete and Bronx are over! You can come and join us though, Pete's making spaghetti"

"No, I'm fine thanks anyway. I'll see you at work tomorrow. Bye!" I hung up. I looked at my watch, twenty past three. I pulled out my laptop and ignored yet another call form Alex. Jack agreed to drop me home because of my bad hangover. I couldn't talk to Alex right now, I couldn't let him know how upset I was about him going on tour. I decided to text him so he couldn't get mad at me. I went on Twitter as always and scrolled down through my timeline. I saw all the normal All Time Low fans posting the same link.

"The fuck Alex?"

"So it's real? I thought it was to keep fans away?"

"Alex, please! Her?"

What the fuck was this? After seeing more and more tweets like this I clicked on the link. It led to a magazines blog that specialised in trying to ruin celebraties statuses. That wasn't a good start. My phone rang again but I was engaged in the website. I scrolled down and read the article entitled "Alex Photoed with Girlfriend Sophie Who He Claimed Was The "Best Thing That Ever Happened To Him" Leaked By Source Close To The Couple". I kept looking even though the feeling in my stomach made my body shake. Pictures of Alex and I covered the page. Pictures that no one could have got their hands on unless they stole Alex's camera. Pictures of us kissing, nights out, at gigs. Who the fuck gave this fuck tabloid these!? Then there was just a picture of me with the caption "Irish girl, Sophie Stevens, caught Gaskarths eye at L.A.X. Airport five months ago and have been madly in love since. Gaskarth has seemed to have done well for him self with this beautiful 20 year old and seems to be proud of himself.". So the tabloids were being nice about our relationship and about me but the comments made the feeling in my stomach come back. 

"You call her beautiful? Haha my pug deserves Alex more than she does."

"Since when was Alex happy to be in love with a whore like her?"

"Poor Alex doesn't realise what a gold digger he has on his hands."

Tears started running down my cheeks. I picked up my phone and rang Alex, who I'd missed another four calls from. I didn't even speak when he answered. 

"Don't worry Baby, I'm on my way. Driving, I love you. Be there in five." he hung up the phone. I shut the laptop and went to find a jar of Nutella and a spoon.