Ripped Open (Luke Hemmings)

Drunk

Angela's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes and tried finding it somewhere's on my bed, hidden in all these used tissues. Once i found it i pressed call and put it to my ear. "Hey, babe." said Luke. I smiled to myself once i heard his voice. "Hey." i said yawning afterwords. "Hows everything going?" asked Luke. Sense you left i've been crying, and wont get out of bed if that's what you mean. "I've been coping pretty well so far. I just miss you so much." i said and Luke chuckled. "I miss you too babe." said Luke. "So. When are you gonna start preforming?" i asked, as i stretched out my sore limbs. 

"Tonight actually. Oh and i'm sorry for not calling you once i got to the hotel last night. I was way too tired to function." said Luke and i laughed. "It's alright. But call me right after your done your first show. I need to know everything." i said. I heard someone yelling on the other line. "Yes i will babe. But i gotta get going. Love you." said Luke. I smiled one last time. "Love you." i said before the line went dead. 

I placed my phone on my nightstand and hopped out of bed. I looked at the time and it was eleven in the morning. I didn't get too much sleep last night. Mostly stayed up listening to Luke sing, and cry. That basically sums everything up. 

I grabbed some clothes and changed into it. I decided on some floral leggings, a white tank top, Luke's sweater, a messy bun, slippers, and no makeup. I'm some sexy today. After getting dressed i grabbed my phone and walked down stairs. What in the hell am i gonna do today? I have absolutely no friends what so ever... Wait. I have my stylist. Maybe she can come over?

I sat down on my couch and text Samara. (Finally found out her real name! So it's Samara) 

Wanna come over? Super bored -Angela. 

A few minutes passed in tell i got a reply. 

Okay. On my way:) -Samara

K -Angela 

I dropped my phone on the couch beside me, and stared at the blank TV. What am i doing with my life? I'm gonna be a lost puppy without Luke. Ugh! I need a drink of alcohol or something. Just clear my head from all this nonsense. 

Another ten minutes later and Samara let herself in. "Hey." she said before dropping her keys on the counter. She looked at me and her smile faded away. I guess i look horrible today. Well i didn't try at all so i suppose. "Hey." i said before Samara sat down. "You look terrible. What happened?" asked Samara. I chuckled slightly before i begun. "Luke left and i have no one." i said simply. 

"First of all you have me! Second of all you totally need to chill and stop thinking about him." said Samara. I rubbed my hand over my face in frustration. "I'll never be able to stop thinking about him. He's always on my mind for fuck sake's." i yelled throwing my hands in the air like a complete fool. Samara chuckled. "Lets go shopping." said Samara. My frown turned into a smile. "Then after words go to a club?" i asked and she nodded. "You defiantly read my mind." said Samara. We both trudged up the stairs to my room. Sense Samara is my stylist i'm letting her get me ready. Because i have the energy for nothing. 

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 We shopped for six hours straight. I bought a bunch more clothes that i didn't even need. Shopping has become a regularly thing for me. And i'm glad i have a friend to share it with. It makes shopping a lot more fun. We stopped at Starbucks for a coffee on our way back to my mansion. I ordered my usual, and didn't pay any attention what Samara bought. 

We found a seat in a booth, as i started sipping on my drink. I went on Twitter and started scrolling through some tweets. I seen Luke's tweet and liked it. 

@Luke5SOS
Going on stage soon! Be ready Europe! xx