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

Chapter Twenty

I don't know what came over me. I ran. I ran as fast as I could out of that fucking restaurant. 

I was silently thanking teenage Steph for deciding to play football, or Luke would've caught up to me by now. Is he even following me?

I'm not turning around. No. 

Also thanking Hawaii for being pretty small, and Luke for choosing the closest possible restaurant to the airport. 

"One ticket to..." I look over the board. One name stood out, though. Los Angeles. "LA."

I chuck her the card, thanking her, and running to the gate. Ten minute wait. Thank god that lady let me catch this fucking flight. 

"Could all passengers boarding BA152 to Los Angeles move to their gate please." The intercom buzzes, and I jump up out of my seat. 

"Steph!" A yell echoes behind me. Luke. Fuck. 

"Please, don't get on that fucking plane without me. Please. You're overreacting."

"Luke..." I drift off, looking at the floor. "You made your choice. You need to go to Iceland. I accept that. If someone recognises you, you'll get caught."

"Fuck them. I'm more concerned about you." He grabs my hand, and his other hand moves to my chin. "If you love me, you'll stay in Hawaii with Harper and Kat, and let me go to Iceland."

"If you loved me, you'd know I can't do that." I pull away from him. "Goodbye, Luke. I..love you."

"Miss, if you're getting on the plane, you need to go now." The airhostess who is obnoxiously chewing her gum, is already pissing me off. 

"Steph..." He pleads. 

"Take care of yourself." I whisper, taking his face in my hands and kissing him for the last time, which is going to feel like forever. 

I walk down the gate hallway, looking back and seeing Luke arguing with the guards. "You gotta let me get her back." He exclaims, trying to push past them. 

Before I give in, I turn around, practically running to the plane and strapping myself in, closing my eyes. 

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It's been a little over 5 seconds, and someone is already interuppting me. 

"Uh, Hey." A boy around my age smiles down at me. "I'm Josh. Josh Lucas."

"Well, hello Josh Josh Lucas. I'm Stephanie Louie." I say sarcastically. 

"So he's your boyfriend. Knew it." He smirks, looking at the seat infront of him. 

"Pardon?"

"I saw your teary goodbye as I boarded. Quite dramatic, isn't it?"

"Can you not? I'm probably never going to see him again."

"His loss. If that was me, I'd probably try and drag you back out of the airport."

"Well, that's why I dated him, and not you." I give him a final sarcastic smile, put my headphones in, and close my eyes. 

Fuck you Luke. 

No, fuck me. Fuck me because I just left the most perfect boy in that airport. 

Why don't I feel guilty?

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Steph's Phone. 

1 NEW MESSAGE: Harper. Hey Steph, why aren't you home yet? Luke's not back either. Speak soon. Love you. 

5 MISSED CALLS: Harper. Please call 321, you have 5 new voicemail messages. 

3 NEW MESSAGES: Katniss. 

Ciao, why aren't you home?

It's been three hours. We're all freaking the fuck out. 

Matty's about ready to murder Luke. 

10 MISSED CALLS: Matty. Please call 321, you have 10 new voicemail messages. 

15 NEW MESSAGES: Matty

I swear to fucking god if you aren't home within 2 seconds Luke is dead. 

Digging the grave while I wait. 

Why the fuck is Luke home and you aren't?

He's drunk out of his fucking mind. Worst I've seen him. What the fuck did you do?

Fucking hell he's passed out. Please come home. 

You don't answer soon and I'm calling the FBI. 

Fuck wait, I can't do that. 

JUST CALL ME.

IM FUCKING WORRIED NOW, STEPH. THIS ISN'T A JOKE. 

FUCKING HELL. COME. HOME. 

Luke's just mentioned an airport. Where have you gone?

Oh wait, I can just check OUR credit card purchases.

Fuck don't go to LA. They do weed in LA. That's my scene not yours. 

Thanks for taking me with you. Actually, even telling me would've been nice. 

Text me the minute you get off that fucking plane. Is there someone there who can look after you?

2 MISSED CALLS: Luke. Please call 321, you have 2 new voicemail messages. 

1 NEW MESSAGE: George. I hope you're okay. Please text one of us. Enjoy LA. I'll be out there in 5 hours. x