London's POV

It's been a week.

A week since I fucked up.

A week since I've seen Kian.

I've seen pictures of him. Twitter. Instagram.

He's tweeting the most depressing shit ever.

Well, I am too. But not as much as him.

I can't get over this. I've only gone out when Joey has made me. He has gotten me lunch and dinner more times than I could ever ask.

He has to vlog it too.

Me looking like a piece of shit with a bun and big sweater.

The fans are hinting on it, being Joey fans and O2L fans.

Tweeting me asking why I'm spending so much time with Joey.

Back to reality.

I'm sitting on Joey's bed waiting for him to get home from shooting the short film. I get a text from him.

From: Joey

Hey! I'm on my way back rn. Please get dressed. We are going out to dinner. Fancy place. Please?

To: Joey

Fineeeee. Only because of how nice you are being letting me stay with you and all :)

From: Joey

Yay! I'll be home soon! :3

I get up and walk into the guest room, opening my bag, not finding a dress.

"Megan?" I yell sitting on the bed.

"Yeah?" She says appearing at the door.

"I need a dress. Joey is bringing me somewhere fancy."

"Oh! I have something perfect for you!" She says booking it to her room, coming back in with a beautiful dark blue dress and black heels.

"Oh my god! Megan, thank you!!" I say hugging her and taking the stuff, walking into the bathroom. I slide it on easily, seeing as I haven't eaten much. Sure, Joey does bring me to dinner, but I don't finish my food.

The heels fit too, and I take my hair down, the lavender now faded, leaving me with ombre hair. It is curly, so I dont do anything to it. I put on some make up, and slide on the shoes. I hear the car honk, Joey's here. I grab my phone and wallet, running downstairs.

Joey is waiting in the car in fancy pants and a velvet vest. I get in, smile at him, and he drives off.

Kian's POV

I go to the restaurant that Joey told me to, the guy asks for my name, and I do as Joey said and tell him table for three, Joey. Joey told me that him and Megan wanted to talk to me about London. I slide into the booth, and wait for Joey and Megan to get here.

London's POV

We pull up to the restaurant and Joey tells the waiter his name, and table for three. What? I think and start to panic on the inside. He leads us to the table, and I see the one person who I do and don't wanna see.

Kian Lawley