Masterpieces {Book 2}

The most beautiful thing

Credit; Sinistermind

Paring; Cake

There's been so many deaf! Calum fics lately and idk what to think or where it came from but they're all cute so here we go.

~Calum can't hear, Luke can't make friends~

{it's 2am what am i doing with my life help}

Enjoy ;)

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Luke was lonely. He spent all day at school by himself, sitting outside during his lunch period and not talking to anyone in the halls or in classes. It wasn't his choice, just that everyone already had a group of friends and all had different cliques.

He's spend his days writing stories in notebooks, imagining a world where he had a friend. He'd walk down the halls seeing all the couples getting excited over prom which was coming up. All the girls laughing with their boyfriends and the guys with that little smug smirk when they manage to score a date.

He watched as the clock ticked ever so slowly and tapped his pen against his paper as he watched the teacher write on the board from the back of the classroom. Looking around at all his classmates he let out a big sigh and continued watching the clock.

When he reached his locker, he looked at the one next to him and noticed the orange flier taped to it. Huffing he ripped the flier off and skimmed rolled his eyes at the word 'who are you going to take too prom?' in big letters. He opened his locker and slid it between two folders in his own locker.

Grabbing a notebook, he slammed his locker shut and turned to walk down the corridor. He passed a boy and girl making out against a wall and how the hell haven't they been told off for PDA? He stopped to look at them for a moment and was lost in his thoughts when they both looked up and stared at him. Luke quickly pretended to hear someone call his name from behind him and turned quickly, ruffling his hair and adjusting his jacket as he walked away hurriedly.

Luke sighed loudly as he rounded a corner to a near empty hallway, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He gasped lightly when he looked up and saw a girl walking towards him, her eyes trained on the paper in her hands. She was pretty, very pretty. With her brown, wavy hair and her olive cardigan.

"Hello" Luke greeted her confidently as she neared him. His confidence was shot down as the girl paid no attention to Luke and continued walking almost as if he wasn't there in the first place. Luke watched as she walked down the corridor with a sad expression. He looked down at his feet and continued walking until he was outside.
He looked around the courtyard, seeing people laughing with their friends, couples smiling and stealing kisses here and there, and yeah, he felt really lonely.

Luke walked home by himself, being shoved by a girl once as she walked with her small group of friends. He was a person, an actual person, why couldn't people see that? He walked to the train station which was strangely empty and quiet, but he should be used to that. The train came and he sat on a near empty carriage.

Opening the door to his house, he called out to his mother to see if she was home.

"Mum?"

Hearing no reply he called out to his dad.

"Dad?"

Again, no reply.

Luke rolled his eyes and breathed out. They were always working. Always. And he rarely saw them. He slowly walked to his bedroom, dropping his backpack on his bed and unzipping it. Something between two folders caught his eye, something orange and when he took it out he realised that he'd taken the prom flier home. He looked at with a grim expression before placing it on his desk.