(In case you missed it, here’s Part 2)
The past night was a blur.
He remembers missing her so much.
He remembers seeing her cheesy smile lighting up the screen.
He even remembers the boys snarky comments about how gross they were.
He was annoyed, ready to tell them to fuck off, but she wasn’t. She merely laughed, which made him soften and laugh with her. She was so infectious, with the way her hair fell slightly past her golden eyes, the way her laugh filled the room. He wanted more than anything to just reach out and touch her. The computer screen just wasn’t enough. But, for that short 30 minutes, everything wasn’t so bad.
Then, she said goodbye, and everything felt dull again.
She always said goodbyes never hurt her but he couldn’t say the same. Whether she realized it or not, she was his everything.
She kept him grounded.
She kept him sane when things got rough with the fans.
She even kept him focused when the snapchat leaked.
The band keeps him going, but she kept him alive.
He remembers the boys going on and on about some new club. He really wasn’t interested, but if he stayed at the hotel while they went out, he knew he would completely lose his mind missing her.
So he agreed.
Agreed to go out in public.
Agreed to fake a smile when fans came around.
Agreed to pretend like he had it all together.
Following the rest of his band into the club, he noticed it was packed with a mass of sweaty bodies, something he realized he didn’t want to be a part of. As he was ready to tell the boys he wanted to head back to the hotel, he was stopped short when a guy came forward with a round of shots. Thinking one shot wouldn’t hurt, he quickly downed it, feeling a little at ease.
Then another round came by. The next thing he knew, he had taken so many, that everything was starting to feel fuzzy.
But he didn’t mind.
The more he knocked back, the easier it was to let lose.
The last thing he remembers from that night is a girl coming towards him. She had the same wavy black hair, same crooked smile and the same soft hands as her. He was so sure she was the one. Completely positive she managed to come through his computer screen, just to see him. He let her make him feel like all was right.
Then everything went black.
He woke up the next morning with a groan. Someone was pounding on his door, matching the pounding sensation going on in his head.
Blinking hard, he shifted, feeling something warm pass his leg. Jolting up, causing another groan from his uneasiness, he noticed a girl laying next to him, face down, half covered with the white sheets.
He smiled when he saw her wavy hair, ready to touch her and wake her but then felt his heart stop when he saw a tattoo on her left shoulder.
She didn’t have a tattoo.
Feeling last night’s alcohol rushing up his throat, he bolted to the bathroom, letting everything out.
What had he done?
Looking at himself in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the reflection in front of him. It was like he was staring at a stranger.
A stranger who broke a promise to always be faithful.
A stranger who shattered his own world.
After wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out of the bathroom and stared at the sleeping girl before him.
He had been so wrong.
She was nothing like her.
Her hair was dull, face pale, lips chapped. She was nothing like his world.
How could he have been so wrong?
Snapping out of his disbelief, he walked over to the door to face the one pounding.
In front of his was his best friend. Blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes blood shoot and worried. He pushed past him into his room, swearing under his breath when he caught sight of the girl. Turning around, he looked back with complete guilt filling his eyes.
“Have you been on twitter at all today?” He asked.
“Mate, i just woke up. The last thing on my mind is to check twitter. I obviously have bigger problems” The brown haired boy said while nodding his head towards the bed.
“I understand that but as of right now, you’re going to want to check Twitter. It’ll be your best bet of preparing for the worse.”
His best friend gave him one last sad look and made his way out the door.
Confused, the boy walked over to the nightstand and picked up his phone, sitting on the bed. He felt the mystery girl stir next to him but it didn’t matter anymore. All he was concerned about was the pictures flooding before him.
So many pictures.
All making it seem like she was his new world.
All making it seem like his real world was nothing but a distant memory.
Feeling the night rising back up in his throat again, he ran to the restroom, ignoring the calls of the girl, newly awaken in his bed.
Everything that happened after his bathroom visit was a blur.
Despite her protests, his band members managed to get the girl out of the room. His only concern was talking to his love. Getting her to listen.
But she wouldn’t answer.
She wouldn’t answer his calls, his bandmates calls, not even her friends.
He had broken her.
He already knew it.
He didn’t even need to hear her voice to know she wouldn’t be the same girl he said goodbye to not even 8 hours before.
Now, 20 minutes later, he was boarding a plane back to Australia. He would be missing a show, but the boys understood. They knew how much he needed her. The fans probably wouldn’t understand, but one day they would.
Sitting on the plane, he felt numb. He had to fix this. No matter what happened, he would fix this. There was nothing that could stop him.
But what would he say?
There was a gnawing sensation growing in his stomach, making him scared. She had no reason to hear him out. He had broken his promise to her. He knew she could do so much better than him. Someone who was always there for her, not 5,241 miles away. Someone who could always be there to hold her, not make her smile through a computer screen.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the doubts.
He wasn’t going to give up.
He had 16 hours to figure out what he was going to say to her.
Even if reality wasn’t ready to face him, he was ready to face it.
At least he hoped he was.