The Makeup Artist [Hemmings]

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{chapter 2}

Those eyes. Electric blue. Boring into my soul. I couldn't look away. He was stunning. Dressed in all black and as tall as a fucking sky scraper. I kept my eyes on him as he watched me, a blush crept to his cheeks and then to mine when he smiled and showed his perfect teeth to me, then that lip ring. He was stunning almost taking my breath away. "And this is Luke." My uncle pulled me out of my thoughts and I nodded my head and pulled my gaze away from him.

"Let's go sit." My uncle said walking with the other boys to the recording rooms living room. I stood there stuck in my tracks almost forgetting how to walk, it could have been from the stunning boy standing in front of me, or maybe it's because I just took the biggest hit of my life. I mean I barely got through half and was feeling more then the full effect.

"Are you okay?" The blue eyed boy asked me, and yet again I got lost in his deep ocean set eyes. "Ya, Ya I'm fine." I nodded and smiled at him. He smiled and nodded his head back at me and walked to the recording room. I trailed behind him watching his back as he moved his hands into his pocket. His muscles contracted in the slightest way sending shivers down my spine.

I went and took a seat next to my uncle on the couch as Luke sat on the arm of the chair next to me. "So tell me guys how are you?" My uncle asked all the boys looking all around the room for an answer.

"We're good. Really good. Ready to get on tour again." The curly headed boy answered as the rest nodded. Everyone was so intertwined in their conversation I kind of dosed off letting the small flash backs play in my head.

They felt like shards of glass stabbing my head, The shadows that haunt them. It always starts with my father standing over me giving me a look of disappointment, then his face dead. Then I see the face of my mother as she cries with her head in her hands, then I see her hanging upside down in the car dead. Then I see the hand of my ex boyfriend as it comes down to hit me. I was in a complete trance when I felt my chest tighten and my heart rate increase. The room felt like it had become 10 times hotter then before.

I blinked my eyes coming back to reality and looking across the room as the bright haired boy watched me; his brow furrowed. He knows your a freak. They whisper to me and I couldn't take it. I almost ran out of the room with the taste of bile at the back of my throat.

I ran to the kitchen leaning over the sink waiting for the knot in my stomach and the ball in the back of my throat to dissipate, I stood there breathing heavily waiting for whatever it was to come out of me; the feeling left when I remembered I have had nothing to eat in the past few hours. The tightness in my chest and shaking however resided with me. I walked to the far cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed a pill bottle marked with my name.

Lucy Jones
Anti-Anxiety
Take one pill at the sign of a panic attack.

I read the label quickly popping the lid off the bottle and finding a glass. I walked to the fridge filling the glass and popping the pill in my mouth; I took a swig of my water and washed it down with a gulp. I leaned my back against the fridge and allowed myself to slide down it resting on the floor. I began to feel my lungs fill more and my heart comeback to its normal rhythm. I allowed myself to close my eyes as I titled my head back leaning against the cold metal of the fridge.

"Are you alright?" The voice took me by shock and I snapped my eyes open to see Luke standing there with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes. I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I said closing my eyes and leaning my head against the fridge again. The next thing I knew I felt the warmth of a body next to mine and I opened my eyes to find Luke sitting next to me with his knees up to his chin. "What are you doing?"