Leah

i was upset, i was upset at myself, i hated myself, for not telling him. i was sick to my stomach about it, i was curled up in a little ball on my bed looking out the window. i checked my phone, nothing, i didn't expect him to text or call me though. i scroll through my email, i had multiple packages that had been delivered already.

i got out of bed and trudged out of my apartment, i went down to the mail room and opens my mailbox, a few letters, bills, no packages? i close the door and almost trip over something, i look down and see a box of packages and envelopes. i put them back in the box and realize, they were mine. i picked it up and brought it back to my apartment, i opened each one and was left with a mess.

damn, i was going to need a new suitcase or at least a bigger one. i hear my phone ringing and sprinted to it, i picked it up with a bit of hope.

"hello?" i say.

"hey it's Kristan," Kristan was my agent, she got me most of my castings and booked most of my shoots.

"oh, hi, what's up?" i ask.

"Chanel loved you in their last runway show, they want you to model their new line." she says.

"wait, really?" i ask.

"yes! they want you as soon as possible." she says.

"oh, well i'd have to pack my things pretty quickly, but i guess i could be out of here by tomorrow morning." i say.

"no, no, no, they want you to be the head model in London," she says.

"wha- so i have to stay here?" i ask.

"well for as long as they need you," she says.

"Kristen i have school, i have a family, i can't stay here!" i say.

"so, that's a no?" she says.

"well, how long do i have to decide?" i ask.

"a week," she says.

"and then?" i ask.

"well if you don't make a decision by then, they'll move on. why don't you call me back when you have a decision," she says.

"yeah, ok i'll do that." i say.

"bye sweetheart," she says.

i hang up the phone and flop on my couch, more time in London? more chances of me running into Louis? but it's Chanel, and it's in London. i had to think about this.

and so i did, i was lying on the couch for what felt like hours until i heard a notification pop up on my phone. i open it and see Millie, Louis sister. i open it,

where have you been?

wdym?

Louis been sulking around the house, what happened?

uhm, we kind of, had a fight.

and broke up?

we weren't really ever together in the first place.

please, you were definitely together,

he never asked me to be his girlfriend

so? you met our parents, went on a few dates, that's a relationship

well, now there isn't one, i messed up

fix it, i've barely seen him today! last night i even saw him crying,

Mils, i can't, i'm sorry

it's fine,

i put my phone down, i look out the window, London was beautiful. as much as i wanted to stay here, i knew i couldn't. but then again, maybe i could.