What Happens In Vegas...

Luke's P.O.V.

I sat sulking on the plane to L.A. As I stared out the window and jumped as a felt a tap on the shoulder. Raegan.
"Hey." she smiled quietly.
"Hi." I sighed.
She took a seat next to me, "How are you holding up?"
"I'm not."
"What can I do?"
"I just want Dani."
"Well, I can tell you she's fine. She made it home, and she's moving out of the flat."
"It was all good to hear except that last part." I could feel my stomach in my throat.
"Everything will be okay."
"Will it?" I snapped.
"Let me know if you change your mind on needing anything." she got up and I instantly felt guilty.
This is gonna be rough.

*14 hours later*

Let the jet lag begin...
The boys, I, and Rae all passed out in the hotel as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
When I woke up I checked my phone to nothing but disappointment.
"Hey mate!" Michael called.
"Hey." I grumbled.
"Cheer up, mate."
"Easier said than done."
No one gets it. Especially Mikey. He still has Rae and houses to go look at, they even get the Vogue cover.
"If you need anything, just call us?" he asked.
"Sure." I shrugged.
I sat on the couch for a while then my phone began buzzing, my heart raced.

*Dani's P.O.V.

I set my last box down and took a look around the apartment. I stared and the mainly empty space now. This could've been so different. I could be in L.A. with Luke while someone did this for us. The only things left were Luke's. As I retraced the place making sure I didn't miss anything I half smiled seeing Luke's favorite shirt laying on his side of the bed. A flash of every morning we had spent together hit me like a freight train.
There was a knock on the door. My heart sank thinking of the last time I heard a knock.
"Danielle Hemmings?"
"Henderson." I snapped.
"We're the movers for Luke, Raegan said to speak with you."
"Right. Everything not in boxes so far is his. Have at it. I'll be back."
I slipped out, pulling out my phone. I stared at my lock screen. I quickly locked my phone and continued on my way.

*2 hours later*
I opened the door to see every box gone. EVERY, even mine. All of my shit is on it's way to L.A.I ripped out my phone a made a sour face as I dialed a number I swore I'd never dial again.

Luke's P.O.V.

"Dani?!"
"Luke. There's a huge problem."
"What's going on?"
"I told your movers to pack all of your stuff and leave mine. They took everything. HOPEFULLY to L.A. Can you please send it back here?"
"I got the text over an hour ago that they had left the apartment, love."
"Fine, send it back when it gets to you, I'll pay whatever I have to."
"Dani..."
"Seriously it's fine. Have a good life."
"Dani!"
A moment of silence passed and I couldn't breathe.
"What Luke?" she spoke, I sat for a moment, "Luke?"
"Come out here."
"No."
"Please. Please don't walk away."
"Luke, there is nothing more for us. Just sign the papers and say good riddance."
"No."
"Goodbye, Luke."
The call ended and I could feel pain in my chest.
"Bye Dani."

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