7.5

7.5

Breathe Miranda.

Breathe.

Goddamn, I can't stop myself from falling in love of what I just heard coming from his delicious plump mouth. Hugo really is the nicest and most thoughtful guy a girl could have.

"I'm really thankful you came. I thought you were going to be busy tonight." He adds.

I smiled back. "It's my day-off today so I have time."

He smiles back, damn those dimples I swear to God.

"You say that you're going back to England?" I asked.

"Yeah. For work."

I nod. "Well I can't believe it's been years since you'd sing to thousands of people with the four other lads."

He smiles. "Those were the days."

Suddenly his phone started ringing. He quickly pulled it out from his pocket. "I'll take this call." He tells me.

I nodded with a smile.

"Hey honey." Hugo speaks to someone over the phone.

Honey.

My smile fades.

I froze to the word honey. He's calling someone honey. Honey is a term of endearment. Of course it had to be someone special. It won't be his mom, would it? Is he taken