The Life May Leave My Lungs But My Heart Will Stay With You.

~Chlo's POV-

"Baby.." I heard Oli's soft voice call.
"You cringy bastard." I laughed as I rolled over in our bunk, still not opening my eyes. It was no question I wasn't a morning person.
"Rude." He pouted, I finally forced my eyes open my gaze falling onto his beautiful face.
"I'm joking." I said pulling his head down to attach his lips to mine.
"Who's the cringy bastard now." He smirked hovering over me and lifting himself up, taking the sheets with him. I groaned in frustration, kicking my legs around before finally following him out of the bunks. I dragged myself into the bathroom, performing my usual morning routine. Oli and I have been together since he was 18 and I was 17, 7 years. Of course people thought it was impossible for Oli to stay in a relationship with person for so long, they thought the same about me. We've had our fair share of breakups since we're both so stubborn but we always made our way back to each other. Oli's been through a massive change over the past couple of years, taking a break from touring meant the band could really focus on the album, I feel he let everything out, even to the fans, through the album. He's started afresh after all the controversy over the past few years.
I sighed in relief, feeling more alive than I did two minutes ago.
"Jona feed me." I whined to the most responsible man on this bus. He sighed getting up as slumped into the couch.

~Tony's POV~

"You're finally up." Vic smiled hopefully. I shook him off not replying. I took a seat next to the guys averting my gaze out of window.
"Here." Mike said a few moments later, pushing a plate in front of me. I sighed considering I may as well eat to save me from getting any more grief from the guys. After a few minutes I pushed my plate aside, sliding out of the booth, only just realising that the guys had stayed silent the whole time. I felt terrible that everyone was acting so cautious around me, so much so they couldn't even talk around me. I slumped into my bunk, hopefully picking up my phone and unlocking it....nothing. She hadn't texted, called, she hadn't done anything. I refrained from hurling my phone in frustration, purely out of hope that she may still call. I opened up her Facebook, her Twitter, then her Instagram just watching her getting on with her own life happily. I had to stop torturing myself, quickly I pressed my feed button taking me back to the homepage. Suddenly my feed was full of all my friends, posting pictures of their arrival on the exact same site as me, and I'm moping around here. I sighed, scrolling down my feed then coming across a picture Oli posted, just minutes ago. It was him and his girlfriend. I knew he had a girlfriend, and that they had been together for a long time, but I never knew who she was. I guess I didn't really care, but I was drew into the picture. You could hardly see her, but luckily she was tagged, instantly I clicked on her name, ch__lo. Her pictures loaded seconds later, I clicked on the most recent picture. It was tagged #TBT, two photos edited together, the first showed what I assumed to be her, as a teenager, shaggy dark brown hair a short frame and dressed in a band shirt. The next one was more recent, her hair was longer, much longer and glossy, full of volume. Half of her hair was perfectly dyed jet black, the other half a clean blonde. Still small, but she had definitely heightened, her features were completed with small plugs and a medusa piercing. It looked like a modelling shot. I was intrigued by her. Her bio read
'Model. Photographer. I like to love @olobersykes.' I rolled my eyes. The rest of her pictures consisted of her and Oli, her photography, her modelling shots and what not. I convinced myself that I became uninterested, pulling myself out of the bunk.
"Hey man." Vic patted my shoulder.
"Oh, hey." I replied toneless.
"So...have you heard from Steph?"
"No." I replied instantly.
"Then...it's not meant to be man." He started, I shot him a weird look.
"I know, I know. It sucks and at one point we all thought you two were, well you know. But it's not the right time. It'll work out in the long run." I didn't want to believe Vic, I wanted to keep hope that things might magically change. But he's always annoyingly right. I sighed and nodded.
"I guess it's worth a shot." I mumbled.
"Then come on! Warped tour is waiting for us!" He smiled happily.

~Chlo's POV~

"Goodnight love." Matt waved sleepily. His thick Sheffield accent shining through. I waved back.
"Now where's your brother got too." I whispered to Tom who was working on his laptop. He shook his head and said goodnight. I ventured to the back of the bus, slipping in quietly. There he was, upright yet asleep, pen in hand, designs in front of him. I grazed my fingers over them gently. Admiring the imaginative creation.
"Hello." His sleepily voice spoke up. His eyes half open, a content smile on his face. He pulled me down next to him, lying us down on the bed like sofa that continued around the whole perimeter of the room.
"I'm glad I'm here." I smiled.
"Me too." This is only the second Warped I have come along on, although the first I came along for half. I was always so busy and dedicated to my work, but when Oli went through a change, I feel we both did. I became less obsessed with my work, lessening the modelling and picking up more on the photography, therefore I'm my own boss.
"I love you Oliver."