Lost boy | Luke Hemmings

Chapter 41

I don't mean I don't want to go on the tour because of Luke. I honestly am just really scared about flying over to a whole other country that is unknown to me. I won't know anyone there except the boys and my friends. Just a little scary but then again it's super exciting.

"What do you mean? Why?" He looks so sad and It's breaking my heart. Why does he have to look so adorable?

"It's not you, it's just... I don't know. The fans probably hate me." Of course I want to go on tour because I want to stay with Luke. And if I stay here I'll miss him but I don't think the fans even like me. I get new hate messages everyday. Some telling me to kill myself and leave everyone alone, including Luke.

"No they don't Chiarra. They tag me in tweets and posts everyday telling me how beautiful you are and how cute we are together. They really like you and I'm sure they'd love to see you on tour with us. I knew I never should've posted that picture when we first started going out. You probably get so much hate every day and I can't stand to see you so sad. Tell me if they ever hurt you so much that you can't stand it. I'll do the best I can to make it go away." I think I just died.

"If you didn't post the picture, they were bound to find out anyway; that's just what fans do. And I deal with the hate, but thank you. I'll let you know if it's ever too much. But... are you sure they like me?"

Luke doesn't even huff or sigh in impatience as he tries his best to convince me which won't be hard, "Do you remember that time when you were surrounded by all the fans and they were asking for selfies and autographs?"

"Yeah. At your concert. Wait, how did you know about that?" He wasn't there at that time. We had broken up then and I had gone to the concert to get him back. I was outside with the girls, obviously not expecting a stampede to attack with selfie sticks and paper for signatures.

"I got tagged in all those selfies by those girls and by the looks of it, they love you."

"Okay. Thank you." I smile and he does too before placing a light kiss on my lips.

We watch the rest of the movie in silence before my Mum walks in and smiles.

"Hi Mrs Evans!" Luke says. My Mum laughs.

"Please Luke, call me Grace." She smiles and looks at us both. I'm still snuggled up to Luke and he has his arm wrapped around me, making me feel incredibly safe. "I'll leave you too be." My Mum walks off and I make a confused face at Luke.

"What on Earth..."

"I know. She didn't even ask how my Mum is!" Luke says, referring to my Mum's and Liz's unbreakable bond. That was not what I meant though. How could my Mum just walk off, leaving her daughter in the next room with a boy? I just don't understand.

"You know, my Mum might not let me go on the tour."

"Maybe. I could try to get my Mum to convince her." He whispers. "Or I could try. No one can resist this." He points to himself and I scoff.

"Yeah, okay Luke." I put as much sarcasm in the words as I possibly can, my voice oozing with it.

"You can't. Can you babe?" He asks, sitting up and turning me over so he's now lying on top of me. He gently places kisses from my cheek to my collarbone, me moaning with every kiss. He laughs and I run my hands down his back, scraping my nails against it.

"I love you so much." I say, breathless. He giggles again and presses his lips to mine, melting them together. He slowly pulls back and pulls me in for a hug.

"I love you too."

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"'Cos baby now we've got Bad Blood!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Luke has left and now I'm running around the house with my speaker pumping, singing Taylor Swift songs. "Bandaids don't fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show." I run to the pantry and pull out loads of sweets. I love being home alone.