“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　He takes his keycard and opened his hotel room for us. We walked inside while I was still sobbing then he shut the door close behind us as he turned on the lights of his suite. He takes me to the couch and sits next to me, handing me plies and plies of tissue.


　　"Tate.. What's the matter?" He asks.


　　I shake my head as I wipe my tears. "I wanna go home." I answer.


　　"Did something happen to anyone you know back in New York?" He asked worriedly.


　　I shake my head. "I just wanna go home."


　　All of a sudden, Peter opened his arms for me and wrapped them around me. He hugged me tightly as he rubbed my back with his had. I slowly lifted my arms up and held him back while I kept crying on his shoulder. He was the least person I ever thought of comforting me tonight. I didn't know Peter would worry about me too despite what happened at the plane. We kind of exchanged some harsh words but he's the helping and comforting me right now.


CHAPTER 80 "Paraphernalia" 2