Don't Let Me Sink // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 5

*Calum's POV*

"Let's stay in bed," I whispered into her ear; her back faced me and I pulled her as close as possible.

She giggled, "But we have to go back home so I can go."

"I don't want you to go, Mila. Let's just stay here until they come pounding on our door. Please?"

Mio moved her head in slight motion and turned to face me.

"Only for you, Cally."

I held her waist as the two of us laid under the covers with silence surrounding us. It really was fucking perfect.

"Take me away. Take me to Stonehenge. I wanna see if it's a portal to another world. Take me somewhere cool, Cal."

"Anything you want, love. I'll even take you to Mars."

She laughs, "Okay, Cally Wally!"

"M-Mio!" I shot up from the mattress, sweat dripping off my body.

I heaved a cry and I pictured her holding me, telling me it's going to be okay.

The dream began to fade and I tried to grasp onto what I could.

Where did she want to go again?

Wait.

Stonehenge.

Maybe it will heal me.

•••

"Can I borrow her ashes?" I queried lightly to Daya.

She sat with Luke at a small cafe table and she stopped laughing at whatever joke he told her.

"Why?" Daya croaked.

"Because I'm taking her to Stonehenge. She always wanted to go," I tapped my fingers on the edge of the table.

A long silence shook the air and the girl shook her head.

"I don't want you too. But I trust you, Cal. Please don't let any out," Daya mumbled and Luke rubbed her back soothingly.

I beamed a thank you and headed to Luke's house to grab the urn.

•••

*Daya's POV*

It's been a couple of weeks since we last saw Cal and the urn. We've gotten calls from him and since I follow him, I've been getting notification on what's going. He posted a lot of pictures of him and the urn on his Instagram. He made little tweets and actually had a fan meet up in England, too! He seemed pretty much happy.

I haven't been able to sleep much because of the depression and some of the hate from the fans. Luke's been supporting me a lot and he even introduced me to some of his old friends. Over the span of the four weeks, Luke took me places and we did a variety of things. Nothing nasty though!

A knock dispersed the summary of the past weeks as I stretched up from the current position I was in. Luke and I sat on the edge of our seats watching an suspenseful film. The boy stood from his comfortable spot and trudged to the door.

When Luke opened it, Calum appeared, hugging his friend immediately.

"Cal! How was the trip?" Luke slapped him on the back in a friendly manner.

"It was great! I feel so much better," Cal grabbed a bag that was left outside the door.

He unzipped it and pulled out the urn. My face contorted with glee and I hugged the urn as if she was still there.

"Thank you," I hugged Cal and whispered into his ear.

"So, tell us what happened!" Luke beamed, leading us to sit in the couch once more.

"Well, when I got there I searched for some advice and I found a medium. She told me that Mio was safe and watching over us. And the woman gave me some more advice and places to go to heal myself. I think my grief stage is over, now I'm just accepting."

When he said her name, it brought me to tears.

"Day, what's wrong?!" Luke said urgently, pulling me into a tight hug.

"You said her name!" I cried out.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry, Daya. I forget that you haven't fully recovered. Damn, I'm sorry," Calum awkwardly pats me on the back.

"Why can't I stop grieving? It's been months since she passed and I can't even say her fucking name?!"

"Daya, listen to me. I promised her that you and Cal would be happy, okay? Cal's happy and so you're gonna be. Jesus Christ, Day! Please listen to me," Luke's voice cracked.

"Daya, I promise you, you'll get better. She's with us right now," Calum smiled.

"Can we just not talk about it anymore?" I beg.

"We need to talk about it. You won't get better. I promise her I'd take care of you. I promised her I'd keep her urn until we're all gone." Luke said sternly.

I nodded, keeping silent. After some silence, Cal went into Luke's other brother's room for the night. He said he didn't want to go home yet. Luke and I sat on the couch, the TV's volume at a low five.

"Do you wanna go to bed? I'll wait up with you again," Luke rubbed his hands together, trying not to fidget as much.

"No, I want to watch TV, if that's alright."

"That's fine. I'll stay up with you."

"No, it's fine. Go to bed Lukey."

"Nah, I'll stay here."