eighteen » l.h

16.

A/n: sorry if you you got a notification saying I updated Wattpad was being a shit and it said the previous chapter wasn't published. Sorry for the late update I had exams but I'm here :) tysm for 17k!!! You have no idea how much I love you. Bye :)

Estelle's POV.

Why was he here?

"I have to go Calum, I'm sorry." I say, standing awkwardly at the door with my suitcase in my hand.

"Were you going to ever tell me? Were you ever going to call or text me? Were you ever going to do anything?" He says, voice cracking.

I look at his eyes, they're glossy but also hold anger.

"I was go-"

"Just forget it. I see you already moved on." He darts his eyes to Luke, who's standing behind me.

"Calum no-" I begin saying but I'm cut off by surprise as he smashes his lips against mine.

He quickly pulls away, looking into my eyes, "Bye."

He walks down the steps and then turns to walk down the sidewalk.

I'm frozen in place, feet practically glued to the floor.

What just happened?

I watch him leave, his head down and feet stomping determinedly as he walked away as quickly as possible.

To be completely honest I had forgotten about Calum. I had forgotten that me leaving wouldn't just affect me and Luke, it would affect Calum, Michael, and Ashton too.

They are my friends. I can't just leave them.

But I have to go, I can't stay here with Luke.

Once Calum is out of sight, I shut the door, turning around to face Luke, who is staring at me. He looked confused at to what happened, but I couldn't give him a solid answer.

"Can you take me to the airport now?" I ask him, picking up my bags for the second time.

"Estelle, please can we just talk about this?" Luke takes a step towards me, reaching his hand out to cup my face. "You just need some more time to think. I'll take you out to dinner and we can talk this over." Our faces are so close now. His blue eyes gazed desperately down into mine, and I was memorized by the way the kept flickering back and forth as he observed my face.

It took everything in me to look away.

"Luke please," I say, looking down. I grab his hand and pull it away from my face. "I'm going to miss my flight."

His expression grew angrier and more bitter with every second.

"Fine," He says bitterly. "Let's go." He angrily grabbed his keys and grudged to the car, leaving me to carry all my luggage by myself.

After struggling to load my heavy bags into the back of the car I slide into the front seat.

Luke doesn't look at me once, he just starts the ignition, staring angrily ahead. His eyebrows furrow as he drives, concentrating on the road instead of me.

It's dead silent in the car. I can't take this anymore.

In an effort to relieve the unbearable amount of awkwardness, I turned the radio on. But Luke immediately turns it back off.

"Let me play music," I demand.

"No."

"Why not?" I ask, completely irritated with him.