Luke's P.o.v.
When I woke up in the morning it took me a second to realize where I was until the events of the night before flashed through my memory, leaving a huge grin on my face. Maggie was curled into my side, still asleep. She looked like a kitten, which was actually pretty adorable. As I was about to take a photo of her I was stopped when I saw the time light up n the screen on my phone.
11:15.
I had to be at work in 15 minutes, and didn't even know how close I was to the cinema. I barely knew where I was at all. Quickly, I got dressed in my clothes from the night before, grateful that I would have to change at work anyway and left Maggie's cousin's clothes folded neatly on the couch next to her. I didn't want to wake her, and since I couldn't find a pen or paper to leave my number on I took her phone off the couch and left a note for her in her notes app.
Had to leave for work quickly,
my number is 07923245819,
hope you call
Luke x
I locked her phone and placed it on her coffee table, bending over to kiss her forehead and then practically ran to her door, unlocking it with the key then sliding the key through the mail box.
I hoped she called.
Maggie's p.o.v.
I woke up on the couch and immediately thought of Luke.
Since he wasn't next to me like he had been before I fell asleep I got up and checked the bathroom door, which was wide open so he wasn't in there, I checked my bed room, also empty.
He was gone.
I began to question my sanity and whether I'd made him up. I was sure I'd just dreamed the whole night until I saw Tyler's clothes folded on the couch, next to where we slept.
And that was when my heart sank.
Just then, there was a knock on the door but before I could get my hopes up I recognized Lacey's secret knock and heard her let herself in.
"Hey!" She called from the front door. "Where's my best friend and her new-"
She stopped talking when she saw me. I don't know whether it was the look in my eyes that I apparently did when I was upset, or maybe because she just couldn't see him, but Lacey knew what was wrong.
"Where is he?" She asked, her voice reminded me of someone walking over broken glass, stepping carefully over the shards trying not to get hurt. Her voice sounded like she was the glass, and she didn't want to hurt me.
"He left." I told her, falling down onto the couch into the seat we sat in last night, mentally wondering how long I would sit in this chair thinking about him.
"Would now be a bad time to talk about what actually happened last night?" She asked, kind of insensitively.She wasn't very good at thinking of other peoples feelings.
"No," I told her, blinking back a tear that was about to fall. "I'd have to tell you at some point."
So I let everything out. From how he asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend, to when we talked to Gemma, to how he took me to the rooftop, to how his mum died, to how I told him about my mum, to when we went to the diner, to how he told me he liked me, to when we kissed, to when she phoned and then I told her everything that happened back in the flat and how he had worn Tyler's clothes, and how I kicked him in the balls, and how we fell asleep watching the movie to how I woke up that morning to nothing but the clothes folded on the couch.
"You really liked him, didn't you?" She asked, smiling sadly at me.
I nodded, not having enough faith in myself to look her in the eye.
"Listen," she sat down next to me on the couch and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "If this kid didn't even bother to leave you a note with his number on it, or even tell you where he lives then he wasn't worth it, Maggie. You're gonna go off to your fancy acting school in London soon, and you'll get to go and meet all the hot British guys with the sexy accents.
"Maybe it was meant to be like one of those cheesy love stories where they have a great night together but never see each other again, you know? He's just another boy, Maggie, don't get yourself hung up over it, don't destroy yourself over it." She didn't say anything else, she just got up and left the flat, knowing that I needed time to myself.
