Luke
I plugged in my headphones into my ears as I walked down the road. I had nothing to do in the house so I decided to go for a short walk. My original plan was to talk to Brooklyn but considering that she left a couple of hours ago, that plan is no longer helpful for me.
It made me happy how she's dealt with this situation better than be. I know it was really painful to do to her but I had no choice. In all honesty, I hated myself for what I did because I know I was the reason she was crying. It hurts watching her cry.
"Oh my God! Are you Luke Hemmings?" Crap. I looked up to see a group of girls in front of me. I nodded slowly, answering her question.
"Can we please take a picture with you?" Another girl asked.
"Sure." I said, smiling at them. They thanked me afterwards. I took a couple of pictures with them for a couple minutes. Some of them asked for a follow on twitter.
"Look guys I really need to go 'coz the boys are waiting for me." I said in a quite annoyed tone. They understand thankfully, letting me leave.
I love the fans but sometime they can be too much. Just last week Ash was with his family and he got mobbed by the fans. I love the fact that they're dedicated to us and that they would support our decisions. But really they have Brooklyn to thank. Without her Michael wouldn't have encourage us to start the band.
The sky was starting to get darker outside so I made my was back to the place where I was currently staying. It wasn't that late yet so I took the long way back.
I really needed time to think things over. Even my mum told me to think about this whole situation. She knows that it must be really be hard for her to go through this.
Seeing Brooklyn for a short period of time is enough for me to know if she's alright or not. Hannah and Michaela was more than happy to help me get her back. For a fact I know they were pissed at me for doing what I did. Again I can't blame them.
Getting her back might be impossible, but I'm not going to give up. I'm willing to start all over again if I have to.
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I stood outside the house, wondering if she's back home. If she is, I have no idea how she'll act around me or how I'll act around her. I'm used to holding her in my arms and kissing her anytime I want. But things are different now.
I walked up to the front door, taking the front door key out of my back pocket. I unlocked the door and walk inside.
"Hannah! Where's my Vans?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know it's your shoes not mine!" My eyebrows frowned in confusion. I walked to the front room to find the rest of the boys dressed up.
"Where are guy going?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"Were celebrating." Michael said happily, slipping in his shoes.
"Hurry up and get changed, we've been calling you but you didn't pick up now hurry up." Calum said. I scratched the back of my neck, smiling innocently at them.
"Yeah.... my phone died on the way back. Sorry"
"It fine just get changed we'll wait." Calum said.
"I don't really feel like going out tonight. I'm really tired and I just want to rest." I said to the, leaning against the door frame.
"Oh. Well Brooklyn's on her way home apparently and she's not coming as well." Ashton said. My looked at him.
"What?"
"Did I stutter? She's not coming with us meaning you two will be left here." he explained.
"Yeah. Now that you two will be alone, it might be a good idea to talk to her and sort things out." Michael said, standing up from his seat. He walked over to me and gave me a pat on the back.
"You'll be fine." he said, I nodded. The rest of them followed him outside including Hannah and Michaela.
"Good luck Hemmings."
