It's a Long Way Home (Luke Hemmings)

Situations

"Are you sure you're okay to sleep there? I could always bring you by to pack tomorrow afternoon," Michael frowned. It was just about the hundredth time he had asked since we left his house.
"Mickey don't worry it's only one night. Besides, Luke isn't going to hurt me. It's only Avery that ticks me off. She literally cannot shut up about me."
Michael sighed and held my face in between his hands. The warmth of his touch pressed gently against my cold check. He looked into my eyes and sympathetically and kissed my lips.
"I could stay the night with you," he suggested, running his hands down from my shoulders to my hands.
"You have to work in the morning and you know how much longer it would take to commute from my apartment. You can't just skip work."
Michael pouted and kissed me again, this time holding me close for a longer period of time before pulling away.
"Please be safe. If he tries anything at all, call me and I'll come get you."
"I'll be fine. I promise," I said, squeezing his hand.
"Goodnight, Dani."
"Goodnight Michael."

I unlocked the front door to the apartment. I held my hand over my nose because it reeked like an low budget pub. It was stuffy and hot inside of the apartment. I caught sight of Luke who was lying down on the couch waving a bottle of beer around his head. There were a few other bottles scattered over the coffee table.
"What are you doing?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
Luke sat up slowly and looked at me with tired eyes.
"I'm doing what I shouldn't be doing because no one's here to tell me I can't. Taking advantage of that."
I crossed my arms over my chest and took a stride towards him, "Avery wouldn't like to see you like this."
He waved his hand at me carelessly.
"What she doesn't know won't kill her."
I groaned and took the beer bottle from his hand. He grabbed at me to try and get it but I just moved further away from him. I gathered the rest of the empty ones and threw them into the recycling bin. I forced him to sit up on the couch and stood in front of his disappointedly.
"I can't believe you'd do this. This is stupid Luke. You're being really stupid right now."
"Spend the night with me?" He asked desperately.
I rolled my eyes at him, "I have to go to sleep. In my own bed. I'm packing up early morning tomorrow. I can't stand being around you when you can't even take care of yourself anymore."
Luke attempted to stand up but fell back down on his butt. He pointed a shaky hand at me.
"You're being annoying."
"Why?" I asked impatiently.
"Because you're not acting the way you used to. You used to care about me and now you don't even look at me. I loved- I loved having out with you. Now it's all about Michael. Michael this, Michael that. My best friend. I don't deserve this. Even you said so," he slurred.
"I'm moving in with Michael."
"Well god damn who would've thought?"
"Luke, you're drunk. Stop it."
"Why are you leaving me? Am I not good enough for you?"
"Look at what you're becoming. Look at what you've let Avery say to me. Look at what she says to you. How could you claim to care about me and then treat me like I don't matter. Luke Hemmings, you are a hypocrite. Drunk or not."
Luke slammed his hand down on the armrest of the couch, "that's bullshit!"
I flinched and took a step back, knocking my leg on the coffee table.
"You were just out to break my heart."
"You know what's bullshit? We almost had something good. We were almost a thing. I cared about you. I care about you. But you left me for someone who doesn't even consider how you feel. So don't you say that what I'm doing is bullshit. You're bullshit," I yelled.
I gave up on talking to him and walked away into my room. I didn't bother closing the door. I went into my bathroom and took a hot steamy shower to relieve my stress. When I came out I quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants and a cami tank top. I tied my hair up in a loose bun and dragged my suitcase out of the corner of my room, unzipping it so that it would be ready for me tomorrow.
I plopped my body down onto my bed and pulled my blanket up to my neck. I just wished Luke would quit being such a jerk. I wanted the old Luke back. The real Luke. The one who would chase me around the apartment and playfully bother me while I was watching the news.
I heard Luke finally get up from his spot on the couch and drag his feet down the hallway to his room. Only, he didn't stop at his room.
He hovered around my doorframe and grabbed onto my dresser for support.
"I'm really sorry," he choked. His eyes were watery and his movements were uncertain.
"For how much?" I asked bitterly.
"Everything. I know how terribly I've treated you but that doesn't mean you should do the same to me. I need help, Dani."
"Maybe you should get some, then," I said coldly.
He sniffled and took a few steps back so that he was no longer in my room. He looked at me with such a sadness in his eyes that I knew this was hurting him more than anyone. Everything was getting so out of control. I had to help him before he took it too far and ruined his whole life.
"Get some sleep, Luke."
He turned his back to me and as he was walking away I heard him whimper, "didn't you say you would never hurt me?"

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A/n:

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