Brief ➵ l.h.

➵ fire

Michael's been telling me that you haven’t been alright ever since I left. I don’t really know if I should be sorry or not because I blame this all on you. If you just listened and didn’t say shit to me, I would’ve never left. Heck, I would’ve even asked if I could stay until the end of the damned tour.

After that huge fight we had, I felt like there was a thin glass wall separating us. We never talked as much after that and sometimes, we would usually just smile at each other and that’s all the contact we had for one whole day. I don’t really know how that happened, though. Maybe it was because you ended up spending more time with Trixie, leaving me with Calum, Ashton and Michael. You were just being a big douche to everyone after that fight.

If you don’t remember any details of that fight, let me try to narrate to you how shit went down.

You went inside my hotel room at like, four in the morning and I may have called Trixie a bitch ass hoe. You went apeshit on me and I defended myself because I knew I was fucking right when I say that your girlfriend is being a complete bitch who got you wrapped around her finger. Then you went off and started calling me a selfish and ignorant bitch because according to you, she makes you really happy. So I made some snide remark about her being a sex toy for you and that’s when the real shit went down. You started yelling at me for saying those things while I still ended up defending myself because damn, you needed a reality check. But before anything physical happened, Ashton – who was sharing the same room as me – went in and asked what was going on. You just groaned in frustration and stormed out of the room while I laughed my ass off because getting that shit off my chest felt great.

But if I ever hurt your feelings through that fight of ours, I’m sorry. If you’re thinking right now that I wanted you two to break up because I love you, that’s absolutely wrong. I just didn’t want you to end up with someone like that. You’re a great guy and I believe that you shouldn’t end up with sluts who use you for your fame and money.

I called her a bitch ass hoe because I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt when you find out that she’s using you. Okay?

Love,

Jane