Mess Around | Luke Hemmings FanFic

November 9th.

"Lorenzo I really didn't do anything. This time I'm serious." John didn't say a word. He just slammed the door behind him and left Daniel on his own. "Fuck."

"What did you do?" Daniel turns around, the lip quiver made me feel awful. I didn't think he had it in him to cry. "There was a fire at one of his friend's houses and it was purposefully set and he thinks it was me but I just, I don't know how else I can tell him I didn't."

"When was it?" I asked. "Like three hours ago. My heart hurts." He lies down on the floor. "You didn't set it?" He shook his head. "I swear on my life I didn't set it- I promise."

"Get up off the floor Daniel." He sits on the couch as I made my way towards the bathroom. "John can you unlock the door please."

I heard a small click, so I made my way in. Looking down as he just sat there on the floor, forcing himself not to cry. "I'm so sorry."

I closed the door, kneeling down and wiping under his eyes. "Daniel didn't set the fire. I'm pretty sure he was getting donuts from somewhere. He's telling you the truth this time, Daniel doesn't cry. Ever. You know this."

"It had everything he used when he set his fires. Luke he's the only person that would've wanted to. James Sanchez, you remember him?" My heart dropped. "Yeah."

"Daniel hates him, with a passion." Hearing the name had made some part in my brain knock me on my ass. "I just don't understand why he had to kill him."

"John," I said quietly. "James Sanchez was an abusive man, Atlas set that fire. You need to talk to Daniel. I need you- please, please just talk to him. Also I need you to know that it's okay to cry. But please talk to him."

He looks up at me, his eyes glossed over and red. "It's okay. I'm so sorry, really I am. But I need you to talk to him."

He soon left. I stayed sat on the floor, distraught and terrified just hearing the name.

I'd forgotten that there were multiple James Sanchez'.

I clear my throat as I fall back against the wall. Dropping my head back trying to catch my breath.

Quickly standing up, pacing the floor trying to keep myself busy so that I didn't do something stupid.

I pulled knives from my jacket, holding them in my shaky hands, feeling myself ready to throw up from trying so hard to keep my crying down. "Just fucking do it."

"Luke." The door opened, Emily made her way in. The frantic look on her face as I tried to keep myself from falling apart.

"Oh, baby no. No it's okay." She closes the door, the knives dropped into the sink, as she pulled me into her arms. "It's okay."

I don't think I've cried since I was 6. Which is an awful lot of time. "It's okay." My legs went numb. She sits back, against the wall. Holding me tight. "Everything is going to be okay."

Everything slowly filled in, every empty space in my head was filled with some kind of memory. But worst of all, I'd thought of my mother. "I miss her too. It's okay to cry about it. It's okay."

She brushes her hand through my hair, my crying only got worse. "It's okay. I'm right here." I'd cried myself to sleep.

I didn't even know it was possible to cry yourself to sleep. It was probably the best sleep I've ever had though.

Kylie was sat beside me. I was holding his hand, judging by the marks it's been in my hand since he moved me here. "Are you feeling okay?"

"No." I laughed. He held his arms out, hugging me in to his chest. "I remember the first time I met your mum she was one of the popular girls in my school. I'd just had the worst day of my life- waist day you can have at 6, and she'd found me crying in the maths classroom. I was so scared she was going to laugh, but she sat there with me, told me it was okay to cry. Held my hand the entire time."

"Sounds like something she'd do." He kisses the top of my head. "It's something you would do. Luke you are so much more like your mum than you will ever know. You're kind and you're resilient. You're by far one of the strongest people I know and I am so so proud to have met you. You are absolutely incredible. Truly you are. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you for not throwing me away." He rests his head on mine. "Never. I love you so much. You are absolutely everything to me. My entire life really. I couldn't be happier to have met anybody else. Thank you for staying."

The door opened. John letting out an exasperated sigh. "Oh thank the fucking gods. You're okay." He falls onto the bed, kissing my cheek. "I didn't even think. I am so so sorry. I swear if I could take it back I would. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It was probably for the best anyway. If I threw up I think I might've died." He kisses my other cheek. "I am so so sorry."

"Oh my god are we piling?" Emily asked, Kylie holds his arm out. "Come here." I was be squashed. This was awful. But I kind of liked it.

"Can I join?" Daniel asks. John holds out his arm. Soon enough I was completely squashed.

I'd fallen asleep under it all. I'm not sure how long I slept but it was still dark so hopefully it wasn't too long.

Atlas was the only person in here. "Were you watching me sleep?" She nodded with absolute no shame. "You looked peaceful. I actually don't think I've ever seen you look that peaceful before."

"How was your day? Hopefully better than mine." I pulled her closer, kissing her cheek. "Me, Cailey and- nope. Me, Hailey and Calum went shopping. I got lots of things, you'll be happy to hear."

"Over the moon." I think I was falling into some weird place in my mind and I hated it. "I got you some of this weird apple drink. I thought you could make a pie with it when you're all up and ready."

"I think it might take a while." She kisses my forehead. "Yeah i figured. Don't worry. We're all right here with you. You just take as much time as you need."