luke, a hotel room in london

"Get up!" Michael's morning voice shouts at me through the door. He slams his hand against it. "Luke!"

"I'm tired," I moan at him, pulling the duvet over my head to block out his aggressive abuse on the hotel door.

If only he would shut the fuck up at eight in the morning. I've only just gone to bed.

"We're all tired! I don't care if you've had two seconds of sleep or one hour, you better get your pale arse out of bed, Hemmo."

"Yeah, it's your own fault for getting with that girl last night," another voice chimes in. It's Calum joining in on the Luke abuse.

The door clicks. Shit. He has an extra key.

"I didn't bring anyone back last night."

Calum and Michael enter the room. Michael goes straight for the duvet, pulling it off me. It's so damn cold.

"Mate, I heard you," Michael says. "I have the room right there! You can literally hear everything and anything through these walls."

"Oh. . ."

I don't usually get embarrassed, but I have to hide my face in the pillow to keep myself from cringing. I can't even look at him right now.

"You could have stopped me."

I know it's not their job to stop me from talking to girls or even inviting them to my hotel room. But in a way, I wish they would have. The guilt I feel is eating me alive.

Why? Because I feel like I'm cheating on Isla. I want to prove to her I only want her. It's just difficult when there are groupie rumours and pictures all over the Internet.

Again, that's my own fault.

The latest rumour has already started to spread. For once, what is being said is completely true. The girl's name is Jay, and I melted into her arms creating a chocolate and vanilla swirl.

I saw her front row in the crowd, and I knew by the way her eyes sparkled at me that it was going to happen. Love at first sight minus the love.

She was beautiful. Dark hair, dark skin, and a smile that turned life into a great place. She was like a happy pill.

The kind of pill I've needed since leaving Australia.

She threw her head back as she laughed; a warm, contagious laugh that pulled me in like salt on skin in that song. All I wanted to do was hold her hips all night. She was soft and wonderful.

I think I loved her for five minutes. Less than that, even. When we got back, I was too drunk to get it in.

And that's how my night with Jay ended. She left in disappointment, probably to tell everyone about how terrible I was in bed.

The Internet knows.

"Give me a minute," I groan, wanting Michael and Calum to leave so I can process my mistakes in peace.

"You better be downstairs in five or were leaving without you," Calum says before the door closes behind them.

I reach for my phone. There's only one person I want to talk to. And that person will hate me for what I've done.

She will most likely hang up on me again. I don't care. I'm selfish and I want to hear her voice again.

At least she knows the 'Luke is terrible in bed' part isn't true. If it is, I wish she would have told me.

Maybe I'll ask her.

I dial the number.

"Hello?"

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~lauren