Chocolate ♡ The 1975/One Direction/5 Seconds of Summer

Chapter Fourteen

"I swear to fucking god Luke, tell me now!" I hold onto his arm, after he had just called window seat. 

I roll my eyes, tying my hair up in a high ponytail. 

"May I just say how good this leather looks on you, missy?" He smirks, pulling boths sides of my jacket to bring my face close to his. 

I smile, looking up at him. Then I realise, I'm meant to be ignoring him, because he's not telling me if Harry is proposing or not. 

I pull his hands off my jacket, fold my arms and turn around. I see Kat from across the aisle, in the same position as me.

“Wassup, Katniss?”

“Steeeeph. Don’t ignore meeee.” I hear Luke groan, poking my back.

“You’re not telling me the secret. So, no.” I mutter to him, turning my head back to Kat.

“I’m alright. I feel as though I’m getting kidnapped though.” She smiles sleepily at me.

Kat’s POV

Honestly, I wasn’t alright. It killed me to see Luke and Steph being like this. I couldn’t handle it. I thought he had a tour? I turned away and put my headphones in – either attempting to sleep or pretending to sleep so I don’t have to see Steph and Luke – that Harper and I nicknamed as Luteph. Or was it Suke? I don’t even remember.

It was weird – because lately I have been talking to Calum a lot. We’re friends, yeah, but I feel like he wants something more. And I wouldn’t be able to follow through with that idea, because Harry is still on my mind. Maybe, if Harry does move on, Calum could help me move on. Maybe? I’m so lost.

Harper had called the other day and she was asking me so many questions about my holiday. I’m not sure how she knew about the holiday but Steph probably told her. I mean, they tell each other everything. Something’s different though. They’re a lot more secretive towards me. Steph used to come to me with all her problems, Harper the same. I still remember Steph with her obnoxious coloured braces, trying to find a resolution in her teenage problems. Looking back, it’s hilarious. But back then, it was a huge deal. The fact that Dave Franco didn’t love her was a major topic in our usual lunchtime conversations.

Why didn’t Harry love me? Alright, these thoughts are going fucking downhill very quickly. I hear Luke mutter, and move, and Steph’s giggle between my songs changing. ‘Unbeliever’ by You + Me – “But I keep hanging on, I keep hanging on”. Nope. That song isn’t necessary right now. I skip it as best as I can with shut eyes, and “Fuck Love” by Iggy Azalea decides to come into the area. Fabulous.

My music taste varies greatly. It goes from City and Colour to Jet, to Iggy Azalea. Harper definitely has other artists she likes – but it is focused on The 1975. Steph can sit through a whole rap album without getting bored. Childish Gambino, I think his name was. To be fair, I did buy his album. What can I say? He’s sassy as fuck.

As Iggy drifts into the chorus, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

Harper’s POV

I’m worried.

It could be because I’m about to go on a week long holiday with two couples (I hate being fucking left out) or It could be leaving Matty.

I haven’t left his side since the…incident.

I know George will look after him. I trust George with my life. He’s brilliant.

And would’ve been so good for Steph.

I don’t hate her because she’s dating Luke. I just think she’s made the wrong decision. Am I a bad friend? Nah.

Luke and Steph are way too similar. Waaay too similar. There’s no friction – and a relationship needs that.

And the shit Matty told me? Luke is fucked up. Seriously. 

Would it be bad if I broke them up?

Fuck yeah.

Is that changing my mind about the situation?

Fuck no.

I love Stephy and I see her love for Luke, but we all know that deep down, George deserves her more.