Hangover (Calums POV) Cp. 19
I flinched a couple of times with my eyes before opening them completely. I searched the bed for Lucky, but I could not find her anywhere. I swung the blanket off my body and quickly got in some underwear, and looked at the bed one last time to see if I missed her.
The piece of paper on the table next to my bed caught my eye, and I grabbed it. There wasn't much to read only two words, "Forget Me".
The door from the living room slammed. I hurried to get into the livingroom. Ashton had just came in, but he was only wearing his undies. I looked at him with confusing in my eyes.
"She left.." Ashton said with just as confused a face.
"When!?" I almost yelled at him. He looked startled mostly because it was in the morning.
"Just a minute ago. She's going back to London,"
"What, and you didn't stop her!?" My shoulder hit his hard as I ran past him, and out of the door. I made it to the elevator. Repeatedly I pressed the button, but the elevator didn't seem to be the fastest. A hand pressed against my shoulder, and I turned around to face Ashton.
"She's gone, mate," He looked down, and walked back inside. I followed him, and stood by the window. To my surprise I saw her. I saw Lucky, she was getting into a cab. Quickly I opened the window.
"Lucky! LUCKY!" I yelled a few times before she turned around, and looked up. But this wasn't her beautiful piercing blue eyes, her eyes were dark brown. It was because it wasn't her. It was Luna, she smiled at me.
"Luna! Luna tell Lucky to-" I were cut off by her getting into the cab. She looked directly at me, and smiled. Luna didn't even try to tell Lucky about me. "Damn it!" I slammed the window, and sat down at the couch, resting my head in my hands.
"We'll be in London in 6 months. You can see her then.." Ashton tried to calm me down, he even gave me a pad on my shoulder, but it didn't work.
"6 months!?" I walked into the bedroom, with only her on my mind. "I couldn't possibly wait that long, Ash!"
"Yeah, but you're gonna have to," Ashton stood in the door, I walked up to him and pointed my finger at him.
"It's your fault! You let her go. If you think I'm ever going to forgive you for this. You're wrong!" I slammed the door in front of him.
It nearly hit him. But what did I care?