Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

16.

"Even though my dizzy head is numb I swear my heart is never giving up, you're the reason, the only reason-" The boys' voice flooded through the auditorium and echoing down the hallways. Goosebumps started to patch on my arms as I continued to listen, engaging myself in the music.

Amayah sat next to, noisily squealing whenever Ashton would 'accidentally' drop his drumstick and wink at my blonde sister.

"You know, he's been on edge all day." Ashton said to me after their performance, referring to Luke.

I shrugged, pretending I didn't notice, but I did. His head was always looking straight down, a dimple never spearing in his cheeks when he smiled and he barley spoke a word. "Maybe he's just tiered."

Ashton rolled his eyes at me. "If you don't believe that yourself how in the world do you expect me to believe it."

"I think I sounded pretty convincing." I muttered, picking at the threaded part of my sleeved shirt. I glared at the frizzed piece of fabric, hoping to take my anger out on it, not Ashton.

"Well, you thought wrong." He paused with pursed lips, eyeing me carefully. "You told him didn't you?"

I nodded, giving up trying to tell him otherwise.

"He loves you."

No he doesn't.

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Luke Hemmings' P.O.V.

"Lukey, what's wrong." Calum dragged, poking my cheek.

I glared at the brown hair boy before swatting his hand away and moving so my body was flopped down on the sofa.

"Lucifer tell Uncle Calum what's wrong." Calum pestered me again.

"God damn Calum, can't you just leave alone for two god damn minutes!" I snapped, the vein in my neck popping as I clenched my jaw.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." His teasing tone was gonna gone and I could see the frustrated pout forming on his face.

"Nothing is wrong now will you leave me the fuck alone and-"

"Luke just tell me!-"

"I remember her okay! Nevaeh- the girl I almost died for twice and told I love you every time I felt was needed- Sky, she has a guitar at her house that she bought at the damned music shop when we first met, her eyes are brown and she hates how plain they look in her point of view, but they're absolutely breathtaking. She has four freckles on her left thigh that she always questions. Her lips are a darker shade of pink and her cheeks flush at the slightest compliment. I've done terrible things to her but she still loved me, she was my rock."

Tears blinded my vision and I let out a huff. "God dammit Calum, now I'm crying." I joked, trying to lighten the mood, but failing when my voice cracked.

"Well now that you know, you guys can be happy again, right?" Cal asked, ignored my failed attemp.

"No. Things will not be happy again, this isn't a fairy tale Cal."

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Nevaeh's P.O.V.

We sat in a Italian restaurant, eating fancy named pasta dishes with fancy bread rolls. Calum sat in front of, chewing his sauce pasted noodles silently.

"Are you alright Cal?" I asked. Ashton, Micheal, Amayah and Luke's conversation still going as the brown haired boy looked up.

"Yeah." He swelled sharply before giving me a small reassuring smile.

"I think it's time to head back. My baby is quite grumpy." Ashton joked, refuting to his stomach that was no doubt, packed with food.

"Yeah man, I'm stuffed." Michael agreed, patting his belly before lacing one of his hands with Calum's and standing along with Ash.

The cold night air nipped at my skin as we exited the restaurant, the shiny lights of sights and decorated buildings flickering brightly in the night sky. Michael had Calum's body close to his, his Pokémon covered hoodie cover the both of them.

"Hey wait up." A hand clasped around my wrist, holding me back. I looked up to see Luke standing their, his cheeks flushed and nose red from no coat or jacket.

"Yeah?" My voice was unsure.

"So, I've thought a few things through, and I think you would be best if, well.." He trailed off, scratching his lower arm nervously.

I furrowed my eyebrows, a unsettling feel making its way into my stomach. "If what?"

"If you leave tour."

Oh.