depression (a luke hemmings fan fiction) SLOW UPDATES

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Ashton has to go back to school today, so I decide to call Jess.

I don't want to be alone.

Jess: *Hello?*

"Hey, it's me."

Jess: *Luke! How's my favorite boyfriend?*

I chuckle.

"I think you mean only boyfriend."

Jess: *Yeah, that's what I meant.*

"Hey, do you want to come over?" I ask, getting right to the point.

Jess: *Oh, sure. Where do you live?*

I tell her the address, and she says she'll be here in five minutes.

Ten minutes pass.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

I start feeling nauseous, if anything happened to Jess, it would be all my fault.

What if Harry got to her-or...

My mind starts to run different situations of what could've happened to Jess, each one more terrifying than the last.

Just as I think up a truly terrible simulation, I hear someone knock on the door.

I open it without looking through the peep-hole.

There, standing on the porch, is Jess.

"Fuck-" she pants. "Fuck you for-for living on the-f-fifth floor," she manages to say.

I pull her into an embrace.

"I thought something happened to you...If anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I would do," I mumble into her hair.

"Oh, I didn't mean to worry you. I got kinda lost," she sighs.

Jessica hugs me harder.

"Ow! Jess-my ribs," I shriek.

"Oh my god!-Luke, I forgot," she also shrieks.

I just now realize that we're standing outside, fully exposed.

Harry could jump us at any moment.

I pull her inside, and lock the door.

When did Ash get the door fixed? I'll ask him later.

I gesture for Jessica to sit on one of the couches, and she does.

"Oh, the seat is really warm," she giggles.

"Yeah, I've been practically living on this couch," I say, as I sit next to her.

"I think there's a permanent imprint of my ass on that cushion, actually," I laugh.