Nothing Like Us (L.H.)

Chapter 23.

I bit my nails, nervously staring at the calendar hanging on my wall. It says Oct. 12, 2014 (Sunday). But my mind says No, it can't be.

Last night, I kept thinking... The boys are bound to leave at noon on the 13th of October. Every night, I feel like it's so far away. Then it's like "Surprise Sydny! The boys are leaving tomorrow. You won't get to see your boyfriend and friends for months. Sucks for you."

Three months since I first met them. Two weeks since San Diego. One month of my relationship with Luke. It all seemed to be so fast. They can't be leaving tomorrow already.

I can't help but hope for a storm or anything that might cancel the flight, but I feel bad for hoping bad things for other people.

Anyway, I was up too early. It's just 6:30 AM on a Sunday, when everyone is supposed to be resting. I slept at 1 am last night. Why am I even up so early?

I picked up my phone, staring at my lockscreen, which was a photo of Luke and I in San Diego. It was a fan's stolen photo of us that I saw on twitter. It was just so beautiful, I can't help but save it on my phone. I entered the passcode, stared at Luke's contact. I've been debating myself if I should call him or not. He's still asleep at this time, usually.

I bit my nails again, and pressed the call button. It rang a couple of times..

"Hi, it's Luke. Um sorry I can't answer. Uhh.. Just, um, leave a message. I'll try to return your call. Erm, thanks." Luke's voice said awkwardly, so I decided to leave a message.

"Hey, Luke." I said to my phone, feeling stupid. What was I supposed to say? "Uh, I can't sleep. I'm just bothered by everything. You're probably sleeping. Please call me when you wake up. Bye."

I sighed, stared at the calendar one more time, and finally decided to walk away from it.

I cleaned my flat. There was nothing much to do, but I did every single thing there is to do just to get my mind off things. I cooked breakfast for myself; I fixed my closet; I cleaned the bathroom; I sorted out my stocks and made a grocery list. Everything was done in 2 hours. It was about 8:45 when I stopped.

That's when Luke finally called. I picked up immediately.

"Hi." I said, a little to excitedly.

"Hey, love." I hear him smile. "Good morning. How are you?"

"Honestly, I'm freaked out." I admitted, biting my lower lip.

"Why so?"

"Why do you think, Luke?" I rolled my eyes, even though he can't see me. "I slept at 1 AM because I just can't sleep thinking about this. Then I woke up at 6, because I can't get it off my mind that you.. You'll..." I took a deep breath. Great. I can't even say it right now.

Luke must've felt the tension, since his noisy movements died down. "Sydny..."

"I'm sorry... For freaking out like this." I sighed, putting a hand on my forehead. "It's just... Can you come over, please? I kind of need you. I mean, it's okay if you're busy. I understand."

"No. I'll be right over." Luke said simply, and hung up.

I threw my phone on the couch, and sat on the floor. My back was against the couch. I laid my head back and stared at the ceiling.

How would life be if the boys aren't here? If Luke isn't here? I've gotten so used to having them around, it's almost impossible to imagine not having them. What if I never met them on the plane? What if the boys never set Luke to sit on a different row? What if they've never really been a part of my life? It's just me. L.A. The Beauty School. Melissa. Andy. Would Melissa still meet Michael? Would I even have heard of 5 Seconds of Summer? I've never heard of their band before Luke mentioned it on that plane ride. I guess I would hear of them, eventually. The band is getting big.