*Luke’s POV*
It’d been a week since that night and I have a week left until I get to see Phoebe. Harry told me he’s meeting up with her the day after their next show in Houston and he told me I should tag along.
I found it very funny how we’ve only talked once since she left, a lousy five minute call, and she’d already made plans with Harry… but they are best friends after all.
I’ve lightened up and apologized to the guys since the night I lost my absolute mind, but I still haven’t really been myself. I think once I see her I’ll cheer up a bit.
(6 days later)
So the days have flown day so quickly, I supposed to be meeting Phoebe tomorrow and she was performing today, it was crazy.
I decided I’d call Harry; we didn’t have much of a plan for tomorrow.
“Hello?” he answered.
“What time should I be ready tomorrow? What do I wear? Does she know I’m coming?” I blurted.
“Be ready by 1, dress casual, and yes she knows” he laughed.
“Should I tell her about that girl?” I asked. Of course I told him about it.
“That’s up to you, but you two aren’t really dating, so I don’t see why it would matter” he said.
“You know why it matters to me” I sighed.
“Yeah, I do mate…” he said and hung up.
I got maybe four hours of sleep that night and woke up at eight the next morning. All of the boys each called me to give me a pep talk one on one. I really wish they were here…. Well, okay, I wish Ash was here because he’s the only helpful one with stuff like this.
I decided I’d start to get ready and listen to every cover and song Minimalist Frog made. It helped pump me up a bit also.
I quiffed up my hair, as I always do and debated on how to handle my stubble. I hadn’t really cared about taking care of myself since she’d left; I lost two pounds and grew a five o’clock shadow that looked odd on me but it was either look weird or have annoying little cuts all over my face.
I’m so lazy.
Next was the pain of finding something to wear. It wasn’t that cold for October but it was chilly, so I decided to wear a long sleeved Rolling Stones shirt with, of course, black skinny jeans.
When it was finally one I had dozed off a bit on my bed, being woke by my phone’s ringing.
“The Hyatt right?” Harry asked me. “Yeah, are you in the lobby?” I asked him. He replied with a yes and I hung up, leaving to meet him down stairs.
