Wish You Were Here

Part Five: Not My Prince

"So are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?" Rachel asks before I can even close the door to our room.

"I guess I don't know, we haven't talked yet really." I tell her, and she gives me a confused look before slapping my arm.

"You haven't talked?! So he went all protective mode and forced your baby ass to take a nap, but you haven't talked about last night?" She is clearly irritated. I let out a snort, laughing at her choice of words.

"First of all I'm not a baby. Second, he made me sleep and then we had lunch per your suggestions of my taste. I basically ran off after that to find you." I say with a shrug, I know she won't be satisfied with my answer.

"You seriously need to lock that shit down. He's way too hot to be in limbo." She raises a brow and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Do you think I don't know that?! That's the whole fucking problem Rach. I felt something for the first time in.... I don't know ten years. What if he leaves too? He's a super hot, super famous guy and I'm just fucking Cassy. I'm not getting into something just to be left behind again." I'm shaking from my anger, and anxiety as I get the words out.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I.. I wasn't thinking." Her voice is soft and caring again.

"You talked to Ashton though, right? He said Luke's a good guy, so you don't need to worry." She tries her best to reassure me.

"He's a great guy. The problem is... why would a great guy like that waste his time with me? Once he sees me for what I really am, when shit gets bad, or the abandonment issues with him touring. He doesn't have to deal with it. Thousands of girls line up to beg for him and he could have the pick of the lot." I throw myself onto the bed, I'm tired of sounding like a whiny teenager.

"You know that's just your head fucking with you." She reasons with me, and usually I believe her when she says it. Not this time.

"Let's go out, Rach. I need to have some fun, please." I pull myself up off the bed, and give her my best puppy eyes. She's biting her bottom lip though,

"You have plans with Ashton." I say matter of factly after reading her expression. She lets out a long sigh, I was right.

"Go, have fun. Have safe sex, I'll be fine." I try my best convincing 'I'm happy for you' smile and hope she buys it.

"Really??" She squeals, and I give her a nod, keeping my smile plastered on.

"Maybe you and Lu-" I cut her off.

"No, not happening. I'm going out, I still have a lot to think about." I hop off the bed, and announce that I'm going to shower before she has the chance to scold me.

Ash came by and picked up Rach, even offering me an invitation but I refused to crash their date. It's nearing 10pm which means it's time to finish getting myself together and get out to the clubs. I put on a skin tight white dress, hoping to distract myself tonight. My heels are tall, and I have a wicked red lip on. I run down to the lobby and call an Uber, I ask him to take me to a place I went with Rach last year.

It's not packed yet, but still busy. This gives me time to down a few drinks and find my courage. I'll sit at the bar for now, I hate being alone at clubs, I feel unsafe. After I've had a few drinks, and a few added shots the club is getting busier. I make my way to the dance floor, and finally the ache starts to fade away. I keep dancing, taking breaks to replace my drink, or take some shots. I know I'm completely wasted, actually beyond that probably. I just wanted to stop thinking for once and let go.

I decided to be responsible and ask for water, no more alcohol for me.

That's when I saw him.