Come find me | Luke Hemmings

Twenty Nine: Month One

The first few weeks after the boys left were an emotional rollercoaster, my mood would be like on control and steady then wildly unhappy then stable because I know touring means the world to him, then I'd cry myself to sleep because he's so far away.

I couldn't get much sleep on the first 7 days, or eat or go somewhere else beyond UCLA and my flat. Taylor kept her routine to keep her safe, she went to the gym, class, the doctor to check on the baby, she got her nails done and even signed up for a cooking class. Her life was still happening while mine was a boring car ride.

Luke called every day, we FaceTime each other to sleep and he texts me every five seconds. Right now I'm leaving class and spot a black SUV at the parking lot, probably nothing so I keep going. The said SUV follows me while I walk my way home, I can't run or walk in another way because I'd get lost. My legs are shaking and my anxiety is killing me. The car stops and from it I see Karev getting out.

"Little Girl!" He smiles and waves at me.

"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" I stop walking and clench my jaw

"It works every time!" he laughs and I roll my eyes

"I think Luke made pretty clear that you should keep your distance" I take a step back when Karev approaches me

"I don't take orders from young adults" he shrugs his shoulders "I just wanted to tell you if you need something you can call me, I know Luke's away and whatever you need, you call me"

"Why you're being so nice?" I stare his eyes and hold his gaze

"I told you" he smiles "You remind me of my daughter Alexandra" he smirks and walks back to his car "And if I'm right, you'll need some excitement in your life. So just give me a call."

I wave him goodbye and keep walking.

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Three weeks passed by and I can't keep seeing Luke only through the phone, or his photos on Twitter anymore, it hurst too much seeing him and not touching him, talking to him on the phone but not having him to hug me when I feel sad. Walking through fire would hurt less than missing Luke. Everyday I get home feeling half empty because the other half of me is somewhere in Seattle.

"Alaska, I don't feel very good" Tay stops by my room and sits at the edge of my bed

"Whats wrong, honey?" I put my computer away and focus on my best friend

"Nausea" she rubs her eyes "I threw up twice already" she makes a pouty face "And I cried in my bathtub for the last half hour"

"Oh sweetie" I hug her "I can make you some tea to help with the nausea" she nods and we walk to the kitchen.

After the tea she feels better and go take a nap, I walk back to my room to finish this week assignment from The New York Time internship. When I finally get my head focused on the writing, Luke calls me on FaceTime. It's almost 2am when I press the green button and see his face over the phone

"Hi honey" I say, rubbing my eyes. I'm making through the day basically by drinking energy drinks

"Hold up babe, let me take the headphones" he smiles and leaves the phone on the top of something, I can see the ceiling of the hotel room, after a couple of seconds he returns with a smiley face "So, how was your day?"

I put the compute away for the second time and sit straight.

"Boring" I smile "I went to class then back home, Tay was a bit nauseate so I made her some tea" I shrug my shoulders "Pretty much the same since last week"