ethereal

thirty four

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-Mrs.HoranHemmings

Kylie's P.O.V.

I was still hurt that Luke didn't come. I know, I know, I sound like your cliche clingy girlfriend. I mean I can't expect him to drop everything and run to my side when I get hurt, it's not like I'm gonna die. Besides, we're not really officially dating. Even after kissing, cuddling, and making out with our shirts off, we didn't clarify what we were. It had slipped out of my mind, I mean, isn't it normal for you to be forgetful and for your mind to be like goo when you're finally doing something you've wanted to do for months? In all honesty, I don't know when I fell for Luke. Was it when I first saw him? When we first touched? When he called me beautiful on that trampoline that is many miles away from here? The one that still lies behind our old house in Australia? Behind the house that still sits unsold? The house that we shared our first kiss in? The house that has that little fence thing that Luke climbed up? In the house where he kissed my scars? The one where he and I slept in the same bed? The house in which we confessed our love for each other? The one that is only a little ways from Luke? Yeah, that house.

The other boys comforted me, saying Luke was 'probably on his man period or something' as Calum insisted. They stayed with me until nine o'clock, when visiting hours ended for people of no blood relations with the patient. They went out with a fight, saying that we were all brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ, but apparently the nurse didn't think so.

I am left alone now, with nothing to do. I wonder what time it is in Australia? The boys seemed pretty hyper when they left. It's maybe one or two in the afternoon over there. I pulled my laptop over to me, rolling the table to my bed as well. I placed my computer on the table and brought up Skype. I hover the arrow over Luke's name and took in a deep breath. Yes, I was nervous. What if he didn't want to talk to me. Despite my fears of rejection, I clicked on his name. The call rang a few times and I decided to give up. After ending the call, I went to exit out. Before I could do so, an incoming call alert popped up.

'Call from: Luke Hemmings
Answer or Decline'

I quickly hit the answer button and waited for Luke's face to pop up. After a few moments, our lines connected and I could see his twinkling eyes again for the first time since I moved.

"Hey Kylie," He gave me a small smile.

Deciding not to ask him why he wasn't here, I returned his smile, "Hey Luke, what time is it there?"

"About 11, what time is it there?"

I noticed the kids sitting at different tables behind him, eating their lunches. It must be lunch time at school.

"Nine." I said with a tired face.

"Awe, go to sleep if you're tired babe." He pulled a face, making me giggle.

"Hey Luke, can I ask you something?"

His face grew sad, "Look Kylie, if it's about me not being there-"

"No, not that," I interrupted, not wanting to make us get into a possible fight. "I was just wondering... are we, you know, dating?"

His face grew sadder, "Kylie, you know I would love to date you, more than anything in the world. But you're half way across the world! I don't want to start our relationship if I know we'll just end up breaking up.."

I looked down and mumbled an ok.

"Don't be sad, you know I hate it when you are." He sighed.

"Luke, why would you tell me you love me, kiss me a million times, give all of those letters and things, if you knew things weren't gonna work out? What was the point? Were you just..." I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. "Were you just leading me on?"

Luke's eyes grew wide as he replied. "Kylie, you and I both know that I wouldn't do that to you-"

"I think you already did." I ended the call, slamming my computer shut after doing so.

I am so fucking done with boys.

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(A/N: Ginger doesn't go to Kylie's school, but she gets the homework from one of Kylie's siblings to give to her.)

Today was Tuesday, the second day in the hospital. Apparently it will take longer for the wound to heal than last time, according to my new annoying nurse. Ginger had come to visit me, taking my mind off of Luke for a little. She brought me the homework I missed and a few necessities from my house, including clothes, chargers, and my toothbrush. She stayed for a few hours before having to leave, having homework to get to.

Life in the hospital was pitiful. I was alone in a boring room with a TV that only got the news channels and a few other pointless ones. My phone was on 5%, making my laptop my only source of entertainment. Sadly, I found nothing to do on the machine. I glanced around the room, praying for any other signs of life to appear.

As if on cue, the door opened, revealing Michael, Calum, and Ashton. I still didn't tell them about the fight, I just don't know how to bring it up.

Like, 'Oh hey, by the way, I got into a huge fight with your asshole of a best friend and we aren't on speaking terms.' Yeah fucking right.

"Hey guys." I greeted, eyes closed.

They mumbled 'hey's in response before I heard Ashton's voice ask, "So, did you, um, talk to Luke?"

"Yeah.. I did." I replied awkwardly, eyes still closed.

"He seemed really upset when we talked to him on the phone last night. What happened?" Calum asked with concern.

I opened my eyes to the three staring at me intensely, worry in their eyes.

"Well," I started, thinking about how to word it. "we kinda had a little... disagreement?"

"About what-sorry if I seem pushy, you don't have to answer.." Calum sighed. "I'm just really worried about you two. I just don't know what's got into him. He's been acting weird."

"It's ok, we just- I thought that maybe-" I exhaled deeply. "I asked him if we were dating. And he said no."

"What?" Michael looked at me with a confused face. "What the fuck is wrong with him? He acted like he would kill to be your boyfriend."

I frowned. "He said that he would love to go out with me, but I'm half way around the world and that he knew our relationship wouldn't last long.."

"Bullshit." Michael muttered.