T H I R T Y F O U R

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I heard a knock on the door "hey how are you?" Sam head peak on the door "i have a little snack for you" he place down acai bowl

"Thank you"

"Just get some rest, don't open your phone just get away from the media okay?"

"Yes dad" i said and he chuckle

After louis fight few hours ago, i haven't fully recover. It's hard to forget about someone that you love just because of a fight. I look over my phone and i feel like it's calling me.

I have to call him and apoligize, who knows we still have a chance

Louis p
Ringing

And surprisingly he answer it

"He lou, look i'm so sorry i might be overre-" i get cut out

"Hello?" A woman voice

"Who is this?" I ask

"It's sydney, louis' girlfriend. And who is this?"

I froze for a few minutes

"Umm hello? Anyone there?"

I just hung up the phone. I can't believe this he had a girlfriend? What? Maybe i am a homewrecker. But girlfriend? Since when???? I have so many question now. Ah fuck it.

I place down my phone and hiding under the cover try to fall asleep. And thank god i could fall asleep. After 2 hours later i wake up, eat my acai bowl and go downstairs.

"Oh my god honey are you alright?" Nikki run to me and hug me

"I'm okay now, i would probably just get a flight hkme tonight. Sorry for bothering you all"

"Nonsense, you're always welcome here"

"Thank you, but i think i'm still going home tonight"

"I'll take you to the airport" sam said

"Where is tom?"

"Filming somewhere" sam answer

"he's in new york" nikki add "just text him"

Night falls i'm done taking a shower and doing my skincare, (fun fact: i never leave home without my skincare)

Then sam drive me to airport, i try my best to ignore the media, i book the first class ticket and fly to new york. My filming still start in 3 days sooo...

"I didn't know you were coming home" timmy said picking me up from the airport.

"I stop contacting with louis"

"What? why?"

"He's toxic and turns out he had a girlfriend"

"Asshole"

"I'll tell you everything at home"

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