don't leave (l.h)

22.

I awoken the next morning with a hideous head ache. I almost couldn't move. Though last night was all a blur to me and I couldn't remember anything after leaving the P.E hall in search after a bathroom. But I could feel it in my bones that something was wrong. In the back of my head I could feel it too, not just the head ache - which I, by the way, had myself to blame- but somewhat guilt.

And I was so anxious to find out what it was. I just wish it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Because all the time there was pictures of Luke flashing up in my mind. I saw his pale face and the silhouette of a suit. I must have just seen him while searching for the bathroom.

My phone lit up by my bedside table. My body was so weak, and my back was sore. When I reached for my phone it felt like someone was playing drums in my head.

Something strange that morning was that when I reached for my phone, there was a pack of ibuprofen and a glass of water next to it.

I have no idea how it got there, since I apparently didn't bring it there. I was still in my dress from prom and if I didn't even have the strength to take off my dress then how would I have been able to climb up the kitchen counter and reach for the pack of ibuprofen and take out a glass of water.

I immediately forgot about my phone and instead I sat up to walk out of bed.

"Hello?" I shouted through the house. "Mom?"

I figured that maybe my mom was home, that maybe, just maybe she had returned to me. That she realized she needed me. But no. There was no answer, and there was no one in the house. Not in the kitchen, not in the living room. Not even in my mothers room. My mom hadn't returned.

Back at my room I reached for the ibuprofen a popped the pill in my hand. I swallowed it with water and then checked my phone. It was a text from Sarah.

Sarah:

Who was the mystery guy? ;)

What? What mystery guy? Oh no.

Me:

Sarah??????? What r u talking abt?!!!

Her text came only seconds later.

HOPE, R U SERIOUS?!! U DON'T REMEMBER??!!! :o

I rolled my eyes and instead of texting her I called her. Which I immediately regretted, she was literally screaming at me.

"HOPE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED?!!" she yelled in my ear.

"no-"

But I couldn't finish my sentence because she was already yelling at me again. No wait, shouting. My head was hurting so bad and I just wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up.

"OH MY GOD!!! HOPE YOU DISAPPEARED YESTERDAY, JUST LEFT ME HERE!! Andthenyouwentoffwithsomedude!"

The last thing, she said it really fast I almost couldn't hear her. I demanded her to repeat herself.

"You. went. off. with. some. dude. Left. me. there."

"Oh, God. How do you know it was a boy?"

I heard Sarah sigh on the other line, "I saw you. In his car. I wish I hadn't. My poor eyes."

"Oh my God, oh my God! Did you see what he looked like." I tried to figure out who could possibly have taken me home, and as Sarah said it, hooked up with me in his car.

"No, it was too dark outside."

I nodded, "but are you... sure?"

"Mhmm."

I felt like fainting right now. Not have I just been drunk but I also let some random boy from our school use me when I was drunk and vulnerable. I was practically unconscious, well my mind was, kind of.

I am happy that school is over and I don't have to go and face him, anyway.

"Sarah, can I call you later." i sighed, not really in the mood to talk about this. I almost felt like I've cheated on Luke, even though we are no longer together.

I hated myself for letting this happen. Why would I get drunk when I know I'm hurt? Nothing good can come out of that, I should have learned from my mom.

I hung up the phone and lied down in my bed, my arms and legs stretched out. I looked up at my roof.

I thought about the time when Luke always spent the night here and he always fell asleep before me. I always used to rest my head on his chest and look up at this white roof. Falling asleep to the rhythm of his beating heart. Tracing my fingers up his bare chest and stroke my fingertips over his stubble. Then sometimes he wakes up and asks me what I'm doing. I only smile and kiss his lips goodnight, then I let him fall back to sleep.

I lie awake all night only to admire his beauty. Because even if the voices in my head keep me up, watching him sleep makes me forget about them for a minute. For just that little time that I need, some sweetness to heal my wounds. Just a little honey to calm the stinging bees.

Lukes' Pov.

Maybe I should just go to her and tell her what happened last night. I mean, if she doesn't still remember, and is just so angry with me. For Gods sake it's been two week since I ever touched her, I just love her so much yesterday made me feel so much better. I know I shouldn't've used her the way I did, when she was drunk. But I was mad, and lonely and I longed for her like never before.

I still wonder why she would after all the things we've gone through rush back to Drew, I feel like there is something that is not right with the whole idea. She did have a mark on her neck, and unfortunately I don't have a theory for that, unless she's some alien whom can suck her own neck. Which I believe she isn't.

I must talk to her anyway, I must tell her what happened and I must ask her one last time for what she did. Because now when I'm no longer mad, and I can think more realistic, I feel like cheating is not what Hope would do. I wont believe that. Why would she cheat on me if she loved me? Yes, that's what's been bothering me. This whole time I've been thinking, but she cheated on me, she did. But when I think back now to yesterday, to when she absently told me she loved me too, she couldn't've been lying. I had to call her.

I picked up my phone, searching for her number in my phone book but couldn't find it. I remembered when I deleted it the day we broke up. I was about to call her but figured the only way I could get over her was to never call her again, so I deleted it. But that didn't stop me now, cause when I thought about it, I knew it by heart.

I dialed the digits, pressing call and eagerly waited for her to answer. I was nervous, nervous of hearing her voice, and hearing what her voice had to say. I was nervous for her remembering, but also for not remembering.

She picked up.

"Luke?" she said hesitantly on the other line, like she wasn't sure I was calling.

"Y-yes." I stammered, but a smile played shyly on my lips.

"Why're you calling me?" she asked, her voice confused.

I frowned, thinking that she'd remember was stupid, now I had to tell her. "I'll be there in a minute." I sighed, and before she could protest I hung up.

a:n

oops, sorry for just cutting it off like that next chapters more interesting,, this was only a filler ewww

lub u