fixed // luke hemmings

four

hey what's upppppppp?! i haven't updated in 4 days omf i'm sorry don't judge, i swear i have been busy af with stupid school stuff. i'm listening to music right now so the first part might be a bit *_* anywayss, as i promised in the previous a/n this is going to be a really goOD CHAPTER SO KEEP ON READING!11!!

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My phone rings at least 7 times while I'm walking back to my house. Luke seems to think that I'm angry at him for inviting Michael and Calum over. 

"What do you want?!" I say, picking it up yet again.

"Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"Luke, I swear to god if you ask me that one more time-"

"Just answer me please. If you are, then I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad,"

"Relax dude, I'm not angry. Get over yourself," I laugh.

"It's just that as soon as I walked in, you just looked slightly disappointed,"

"I wasn't,"

"Then what were you feeling?"

"Nothing," 

Luke doesn't say anything. It's like he wants me to be angry at him.

"Well, I guess I was a little surprised, but I shouldn't have been because obviously you're allowed to bring other friends home and you're getting really close to these guys," I explain.

He says on the other end of the line, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I couldn't tell you in front of them. They would hate me or something. Unless they already do,"

Luke knows I'm right so he says, "Why would they hate you?"

"I don't know. Do they?" I ask him.

"What? No of course they don't! If they did hate you then trust me, there's no way I'd still be in this band with them,"

I grin, showing my teeth. I'm glad Luke can't see me right now.

I don't know what to say to that so I quietly mumble a 'thankyou' before telling him that I'm home.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Alex,"

"Yep, bye,"

As I put my phone back in my pocket, Owen opens the door for me.

"Wow, what's up with you? I didn't even knock," I say, stepping inside.

He rolls his eyes and goes up to his room. He was probably already on his way up there.

"Mum, I'm back," I shout, frowning.

I don't usually say that when I get home. I just go straight upstairs or get some food from the kitchen.

"Hi, I'm doing dinner! Have you eaten yet?" she asks, as I walk into the kitchen and take my shoes off.

"Oh, yeah sorry. I had spaghetti round Luke's," 

"Don't worry about it. Do you want a small snack or something?"

I'm about to say no and go upstairs but then I realise I should probably stay down here and 'socialise' with my family or whatever. 

"Yeah, okay, thanks," 

My mum looks at me, shocked, but trying to hide it and not doing a very good job. 

I laugh, "Mum it's okay. I'm going to try and be as normal as possible from now on. I'm going to socialise more and eat more. It means a lot to you,"