Scars // LH

Chapter39- I'm Just Feeling Lucky

As you know guys, I'm a very cheesy writer :D and this chapter may be cheesy...sorry!

I'm Just Feeling Lucky

"You frickin' cheated!" Michael screamed, throwing his controller on the floor. I laughed out loud and leaned back into Luke. We'd been playing Fifa for ages now, I'd actually lost count. We were taking it in turns, and I'd beat everyone, including Michael.

"Mikey, you're just annoyed because you got beaten by a girl." I teased, prodding his cheek with my toe. He swatted my foot away, folding his arms and pouting. "Leave me alone!"

"Mikeyyyyy!" I sung teasingly, poking his sides repeatedly. Michael scowled at me. "Luke, tell you girlfriend to stop being annoying."

"Can't do that." Luke chuckled, pulling me to his side. Michael frowned. "Why not?"

Luke grinned and tilted my chin towards him, his other hand on my back. "Because she's not annoying." I grinned widely and rolled on top of him, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing him.

"Ugh, someone get me a bucket! I can't deal with this soppy shit!" Michael pushed up from the sofa and scurried away to find Calum and Ashton. I giggled, tangling my fingers in Luke's hair. "Well, at least I know how to piss Michael off now."  Luke drummed his own fingers on my back. "Such a good feeling." We both laughed together, before Luke piped down. "I'm really gonna miss you." He admitted, tracing his thumb across my cheek. I shook my head, rolling off of him and sitting up. "Don't start."

"What?" Luke sat up too, scooting next to me. I sighed, clasping my hands in front of me. "Don't start being all soppy, because I'll start crying, and I promised myself I wouldn't." 

Luke sighed too, before taking my hands into his. "Just promise me that we'll still be together?"

I glanced at him, my eyes locking with his. His eyes sparkled, like they always do. Like the first time we met. Like whenever he looked at me. I squeezed his hands reassuringly, signalling that my answer was a yes.

"Guys?" Ashton appeared from around the corner. We both glanced up at him, and he gave us a solemn smile. "It's time to go."

I nodded and quickly separated myself from Luke, before I started crying. I went to grab my suitcase, but Ashton stepped in. "I'll carry it." He assured me, lifting it from the bed with a small grunt. I grinned at him thankfully and grabbed my phone from the dresser before making my way to the door. I stopped in the doorway, since I was the last one out. I glanced around the room tearfully. This was my favourite place that we'd visited. I breathed out a shaky sigh, before closing the door behind me.

The walk down the stairs was lonely and thoughtful. When I reached the lobby, the boys were already loading my stuff into a taxi outside. I hung back slightly, admiring the huge chandelier above me, wishing time to stop for a moment.

"Hey!" I heard someone call. I spun around immediately, not knowing whether it was for me. My face formed a scowl when I saw the blonde girl from behind the desk tottering over to me. "Look, I'm about to leave and I can't be doing with any arguments right now." I made it clear when she stopped right in front of me, towering above me in her huge heels. She didn't reply, she just handed me a white envelope. "You got me a card?" I scoffed sarcastically.

"Why would I?" She retorted snarly, before rolling her eyes. "It's from Cassie." My eyes widened. "Cassie?" I began to rip open the envelope.

"Um, yeah? That's what I just said!" I flapped my hand at her, signalling for her to be quiet as I read the letter.

Dear Sophie,

I hope you are well! I had a feeling that you and the boys would come back to Paris sooner or later!