(Delilah's POV)
I spent all night texting Jack. I stared at the ceiling of the tourbus, what if Joey comes? What'll happen then?
No, I should stop thinking that, he hates me. He has Cat, and I have Jack. I quietly creep off the air mattress into the small kitchen area. Since in England, you're legalized to drink at 18, I could drink without hiding it. Yeah, I was 21 but while I was there I've been drinking lots, and smoking, doing bad things that I'm really not proud of.
During the past year I had dated Niall for a week, but we broke up deciding if we broke up on bad terms it wouldn't be good for friendship, and we couldn't risk that.
I started writing a book on my life on Microsoft Word. I cried about 7 times writing it.
And I had an abortion. It was a mistake. Me and Niall were both drunk, and it just happened. And I couldn't exactly ruin my "clean" image so management told me to get rid of it.
I was upset but I was 21, I can't exactly take care of a child.
Niall, me, and that one management producer are the only ones that know. I swore never to tell anyone. I searched for the secret place I keep my pack and lighter. I grab one and light it, bringing the cigarette to my mouth, then blowing out puffing smoke into the air. After that I hide the remaining stub. I take a bottle of beer and chug that down. I walk back to my room, not really fazed by the acohol. I lie back down and go to sleep.
I've really fucked up in life.
(Joey's POV)
I spead my arm out to feel Cat's presence not there. I look around and her clothes aren't anywhere either. Apparently she left. I sigh sitting up in bed grabbing a nearby shirt and lifting it over her head. I walk to the kitchen and make a smoothie before going to the TV and flicking it on.
Sports, Dora, Sports, Gossip about Delilah, Spongebob, wait GOSSIP ON DELILAH!? I turn back to the channel listening carefully to the gosspier speak.
"Delilah Hart's clean image is down the drain. Apparently around night she was spotted outside her tourbus with a cigarette and acohol? Here's a picture. Oh well, so much for her being a childs role model. Got anymore secrets Delilah?"
My mouth drops at the report. I never thought I'd actually be doing this. I deleted her contact long ago, but still remember her cell phone number by heart. I diall the number raising the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" A groggy British sounding voice says on the other end. One that sounds nothing like Delilah's.
"Hi, who's this I'm speaking to?" I ask.
"Delilah. Who's this?" She asks.
"I don't know if you remember me," I chuckle, "but my name is Joey Graceffa. And I saw what you did."
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Madhouse // Joey Graceffa
Fanfiction(caution)This is very triggering and upsetting. I've had reviews, and if you want to read, you may hate me. Two years after Delilah left Joey she's back in Cali on tour, and Joey tries his hardest to fix her and her new broken ways.
