You look down at your phone to see the time. 2:36am. You sigh and lock your phone before wrapping the blanket around you more. Luke said band practice ended at 11 so he's probably out having a few drinks. A few moments later, Luke bursts through door, stumbling in and yelling out some drunken words to Ashton, Calum and Michael. He knocks into the side table, giggling his head off. He plops down on the couch next to you and you aggressively stand up and glare at him.
"Where the fuck were you Luke? I was so worried!" You scream at him, not caring if the neighbours could hear me.
"I was out having some drinks with the boys." He slurs, barely understandable.
"You could have at least told me! I was sitting here for almost 4 hours waiting for you because you asked me to stay up until you got home!" You scream, coming forward to him as he slowly stands up.
"You're not my fucking mother Y/N! I don't have to tell you when I go out for drinks with my best friends!" He yells at me, backing me towards the wall.
"No, I'm not your mother, but I'm your fucking girlfriend so you should tell me these things so I don't sit here for hours thinking the worst possible outcomes of you being late!" You scream back to him, insinuating that he was cheating on you. His mouth drops open as he storms towards me.
"DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I WAS CHEATING ON YOU Y/N?!" He bellows.
"LUKE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK BECAUSE I NEVER SEE YOU. WE LIVE TOGETHER AND WE NEVER SEE EACH OTHER!" You yell back.
"ITS NOT MY FAULT I HAVE A FAMOUS BAND AND I HAVE TO PRACTICE!" He screeches.
"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE LUKE. YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!" You scream back. He doesn't say anything but a few moments pass and you feel a large, painful sting on your left cheek. Tears form in your eyes as you look towards Luke, regret evident in his eyes.
"Y/N I'm so sorry I didn't mean to." He softly says to you, trying to pull you into a hug. You back away as quick as you can, staring at him before turning around and grabbing your car keys.
"Y/N." Luke says. You ignore him.
"Y/N, where are you going?" He asks again and you turn to face him.
"Away from you." You harshly spat at him.
"Please, don't go Y/N I love you." He pleads.
"No Luke, stop. You hit me. I don't care anymore. I'm over your bullshit. All we do is fight and I'm sick of it. Absolutely sick of it. You can say you love me but you don't. We don't have the same relationship we did 4 years ago. We were better when we were younger but now isn't the right time for us. I'm sorry but I have to leave." You say before running out the door and into the car.
You start the engine to your car and back out of your driveway before speeding down the street to your parents house, needing to escape from the madness. Tears filling your eyes making it hard to see your surroundings. Suddenly you hear a large truck honk then everything goes black...
