End Up Here

i'm tired of the feud, your short fuse, my half-truths are not amused

We speed to the boys' dorm, Lia not saying anything, but fuming. I wonder what Calum is going to think when we barge ourselves in. I hope he understands the state of mind Lia is in, and that she needs to tell Luke off. As we walk, I notice that Lia is carrying something in her hands. Something... shiny. 

"Wait, is that a knife?" I exclaim.

"Scissors."

"What for?"

"You'll see."

What the fuck is she about to do? I better not have to bail her out of jail tonight. This night already sucks. 

We get up to the boys' dorm and Lia pounds on the door. She's probably waking up the whole floor. Not surprisingly, Luke doesn't answer the door. Instead I'm greeted with the face of Calum, which feels weird since we had already said our goodbyes. 

I try and say hi to him, but Lia cuts me off and says, "Is that asshole Luke here?"

"Uh, unfortunately no. He still hasn't gotten back from being with whoever he was with. Hi Nova."

"Hi, Cal," I mutter.

Lia looks around frantically. "Fuck, I'm so angry Calum. Don't you understand? This is literally the worst case scenario for me right now. Honestly I'm so done with his ass."

"I totally get it. I'm really sorry. I don't know what he's up to. And I'll be sure to tell him off whenever he comes back."

Angrily, Lia shakes her head. "No, that's not good enough. I need to show him myself how much he's fucked up."

With that, she proceeds to squeeze through the doorframe past Calum and makes a beeline for one of Luke's guitars.

"Lia, what are you doing?" I ask.

She doesn't respond, instead she takes the scissors from her hand and chops down on the guitar strings. Nothing happens. 

"Fuck," she mutters. "What are these things made of?"

Calum perks up, "Um actually they're made of plated nickel and-"

"Shut the fuck up, no one asked you!" Lia yells. 

In a fit of anger, she brings down her combat boots onto the body of the guitar and a loud crack sounds. Calum's eyes widen, "Did you just-"

"Fuck yeah I did! Fuck you Luke! I hope you get herpes!" 

I can't believe she just did that. Sure, she was getting revenge on Luke, but now the recording process for the entire band might be fucked. And it's the night before they leave. 

Lia continues to waltz around the room, grabbing various things of Luke's and throwing them to the ground. She's beyond reason at this point and I look to Calum, worried that she might do something even crazier. 

Before she has the chance to do anything else, however, the door swings open and in walks the man of the hour. His usual perfectly managed hair is all over the place, and there are lipstick stains in his neck and cheek.

"Bro, guess who just fucked One Direction's tour manager? This g- oh fuck." Luke immediately notices me, Lia, and his broken guitar, putting the pieces together. 

"Well, I guess I have some explaining to do."