-6 months later-
In exactly four days, I'm moving to Los Angeles to start college. I've never been more terrified.
The boys have been extremely busy for the past 6 months. They got signed by Modest! Management, they went on tour, then another tour with Hot Chelle Rae, and now they're working on opening for One Direction. They've been growing rapidly, they released their first EP, and they're more successful than they ever imagined.
One downside of this is that due to their busy schedules, we barely talk anymore. Ashton has been the most distant. At this point, I'm lucky if I get one text from Ashton in a week. Whenever we do get the chance to talk, he's oddly quiet as if he's scared of someone hearing. I decided to brush it off as nerves but the thought never leaves my mind.
Surprisingly, Michael has been the best at keeping in touch. He texts me every morning and every night at the same time and gives me a little update every Monday.
On top of all of this, I started having trouble sleeping about a month ago. Andy and Liz determined it's just stress. For hours each night I'll toss and turn, praying for sleep to take over me. The simple words: "You don't look so good" "Have you been sleeping?" "Rough night?" "Are you feeling okay?" Have all become far too familiar.
*
I sat on my bed, scrolling through old texts with my soon-to-be roommate in LA. Her name is Marissa and from what I know about her so far, she seems great.
"Still up?" Andy whispered, walking into my dark room. "Yeah, what's up?" I asked. "I figured you'd be awake, I made tea" he said sweetly. He smiled as he placed the warm cup in my small, fragile hands. "Thanks Andy" I smiled, the only light illuminating the room came from my phone. "No problem, sweetheart" he replied. "I can't believe you're leaving so soon." I nodded and stared down at my lap. "I know, me neither" I sighed. "You'll do great, love" he reassured me and ruffled my hair before leaving me in the comfortable silence of my nearly empty room.
I slowly sipped the warm tea as I stared at the walls. They were still covered in posters, the majority being from Luke when he moved on to a new band. I leaned back against the wall, my legs crossed and thought about all the memories I have in this room.
My peace was disturbed by my phone rapidly buzzing underneath my leg. "Jesus" I yawned and looked down at my phone.
The texts are from Amy, Will, friends from school, and even a few unfamiliar numbers. "What the hell" I said to myself as I unlock my phone.
Amy: oh my god
Amy: look
Amy: i'm literally gonna kill his curly haired ass
Amy: i'm so sorry kat *link*
Will: I am going to fucking kill him
Will: Are you okay Kitty?
Lydia (Calculus): Katrina I'm so so so sorry, look *link*
Kevin (History): kat..
02 7854 2317: *link*
19+ Messages
"What the hell are they talking about" I whispered to myself and clicked on the link that Amy sent me.
"5 Seconds of Summer's Ashton Irwin Spotted Walking Out of London Bar With New Mystery Girl?"
My jaw drops as I feel tears prick at my eyes. Why am I so goddamn sensitive? I tugged at my hair and tossed my phone on the bed next to me. I heard loud knocks on my door and Liz came rushing in. "Oh sweetheart" she said sadly, wrapping her arms around me. How does everyone know all of a sudden? I hugged her tightly and tried to hold back the tears that were desperate to come out. I could feel my heart shatter as the first sob escaped my lips.
