Stop doing what your doing

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Finally, I am free of this torture. The doc said that I could finally go home, well back to the hotel, today. Sadly, I still have to go on tour with the boys, even though I hate their guts, this is going to be one long tour. I went into the bathroom and changed into the clothes Calum had brought earlier. It was a tight crop top with sleeves that barely passed my elbow with light blue high wasted shorts along with a black long heart necklace. I have to admit he did pretty good for a guy, especially since it is Calum. I walked out of the room and grabbed the rest of my stuff. I let out breath, realizing that I would have to be in the same fucking room as those boys and my excuse of a brother. The hatred I have for them is probably unhealthy, but I honestly I just dont care. I exit the hospital and try to catch the  next taxi. I give him the address and he kind of looked surprised, probably since it was such an expensive hotel. Wr drove for about 30 minutes until he finally pulled up in front of the hotel. I thanked him and payed the fee. Grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder, I walked into the elevator. I was surprised that I could actually find it since last time it took me soo long. Like who keeps the elevators way in the back of the hotel. Dumbasses. I clicked on the topmost floor and patiently waited. Once I reached the top, I found the boys room and knocked twice. Luke opened the door, and you could tell he was shocked to see me. But the way he looked, the way all the boys looked, shocked me. Luke's eyes were bloodshot and red, his hair looked oily and messy, and he was wearing sweatpants. The rest of the boys were just one step behind him. Even though I looked worse than them, it kinda felt heartbreaking, but no way in hell would i feel pity for them. Not after everything they've done, after everything they put me through. I didn't meet anyones eyes, I just walked over to the couch, facing away from them, and started reading fanfics on my phone. I may or may not have an obessesion, and I may or may not stay up til 3am reading them...psh whet. "So you are just ignoring us?" Ashton said with a raspy voice, probably since he was crying. I nodded my head and went back to the fanfic. "Why?" Luke choked out. Did he seriously just ask that? He is such an idiot, I thought he would be smart enough to know that I would ignore all of them. I raised my eyebrows at him and shook my head. It was an extremely awkward silence. "I miss you Em," Luke announced, tears in his eyes. "I am so done with this shit, do you not realize what you did to me, do you know how much it hurts to have your own brother call you a slut, do you know how much pain I go through because you guys, do you realize that I was in the hospital for 3 fucking days unconscious, Luke you know I have stage fright, you guys have all of you fans thinking I am whore so you know what, I have every right ignore all of you, especially you Luke," I snapped, shedding a couple of tears. All of them stayed quiet, well Luke was sobbing, and the rest of them had tears pouring out of their eyes. I wasn't done. "And if you all expect me to come running back into your arms, to become friends with you, to start calling Luke, Lukey again, to consider Luke as my brother that is just never happening, so stop trying" I stated, my voice cracking when I started talking to Luke. I missed him being my brother, I really did, but after what he did, I could never consider him my brother. So technically, I have no family left. Sometimes my mom would be there but when she was really angry, she would be the one putting me in the hospital. That got Luke's attention, and its like his eyes just broke. "I just have one question, and I need you guys to be completely honest ok?" I asked. They nodded in resposnse, well barely. These guys are such babies, they are acting worse than me. "Who's idea was the whole audience cardboard thing?" I questioned. Their answer broke my heart into small pieces. The small amount of hope was gone. "Calum," they replies in sync. My eyes widened and I turned to Calum. His eyes were facing the floor, crying. "I THOUGHT YOU CARED, CALUM, I HAD A LITTLE BIT OF HOPE THAT ONE PERSON DOESN'T HATE ME, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL OF YOU AGREED TO THIS," I yelled, tears falling out of my eyes. I grabbed my bag, heading for the door, but Calum grabbed my arm. I swore under my breath because I still had bruises, and turned around. "Let me explain," He pleaded, trying to find somewhere he could convinve me, looking into my eyes. "No way in hell," I replied and walked straight out of the door. I walked into the elevator, impatiently pressing the button multiple times. A girl walked up next to me and smiled. I smiled back, that was the first time someone smiled at me in over three years, sad I know. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked. "No," I whispered, completely breaking down. I slid down the wall, and surprisingly she sat down next to me giving me a small hug. 'I'm Nina," she said, finally we realized who I was. "Oh my god, I thought for oncee someone wouldn't know me," I muttered. "Em, I know what James did, and I am embarassed to call him my brother ok?" Nina told me. I ACTUALLY MIGHT GET A FRIEND, HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

A/N: OHMIGOD ANOTHER UPDATE YOUR WELCOME. I PROBABLY WOULD'VE WAITED UNTIL TOMORROW BUT MY FRIEND KEPT ON TELLING ME TO UPDATE SO YA. AND NINA, YOUR IN THE BOOK, YOUR WELCOME :P. WELL COMMENT AND VOTE, THE WHOLE SHEBANG....PEACE OUT

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