Different || Luke Hemmings ||

Chapter 26

I AM SO HAPPY BECAUSE ON THE 11TH OF MARCH, I WAS AT ONE DIRECTION CONCERT AND IT WAS SO FUCKING LIEBSFDUBOASFUAOSDFOASIDBFOASDOFBDASOBFO 

now i am having post concert depression

Chelsea Smith

Gabe👦; when r u coming back? it's mom's death anniversary

me; then i am coming back today but i make no promises to the family. i may not be a Smith anymore, that's how bad i hate dad and it disgusts me to be related to him. 

Luke Hemmings

I hear the door open and then close, i hear ruffling and things dropping. I run over to the door, looking into the peephole. 

Chelsea? 

I open the door, "what are you doing?" Chelsea looks up at me, got a little jumpy at the sight of me. 

"Picking up my stuff." Chelsea picks up her phone and wallet and put it into her duffel bag. 

"Ok, where are you going at midnight?" 

"Going back to Australia." She simply says like it is no big deal. "Did you tell your crew about this?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her. 

"Oh.. They will know, it's my mother's death anniversary." Chelsea says in a low tone. "And go fucking put a shirt on, Hemmings." She frowns at me. 

"Why? Is it distracting?" I shot back. 

"Yes, it is distracting because it's disgusting. Now bye." She quickly says. 

; Chelsea Smith

"Luke, you could stay in Miami." I say for like the 60th time to him. "I am following, Smith." 

"Don't call me that." I put my bag aside and sit on the chair. 

"Ok Chels, we are already in your stupid jet, we're going back together." 

Dickhead. 

; Australia, Next Day, 1.09pm

"I am so jetlag." Luke groans. 

"So what are we gonna do?" He turns to me. "Go home." 

"I will see you tomorrow." I added. 

"Why are you so cold?" He ask as we made our way through the crowd. 

"I am always like this, Hemmings." I answered. 

Luke came up next to me and put his arm around my shoulder, "where are you going, Chels?" He ask. 

"To a hotel." I replied. 

"Might as well stay there, relax a few days before the devils come back and haunt me." We continue to work our way to our car. 

"And when they come back what are you going to do? Fly to LA and I- We all will never see each other again?" 

"Maybe, Hemmings. I am sick and tired of your face." 

"Ouch, Chels."