Age is But A Number (L.H. Fic)

Chapter 25(Luke POV)

I screwed up. I screwed up big time and I haven't felt this guilty in my life.

All I could think about was Demi's face when she saw me with that groupie. When she took off she was so quick; tripping over myself I threw on some gym shorts and a shirt before chasing her.

I swear my heart stopped when our eyes met. It physically hurt me to see tears in her beautiful green eyes; always happy and glowing. I felt my own eyes tear up from how much pain I have caused her. The sound of the elevator doors beginning to close is what snapped me back into my body and I ran the rest of the way.

Buy I was too slow. The doors shut and she was gone, "Fuck!" I slammed my fists against the metal, breathing heavily I clenched my jaw before turning around and pausing for a moment.

What the hell did I just do?

After I made it back to my room I told the girl to leave. No I was not the kindest about it and she could tell; I didnt give a shit. I was so pissed at myself. So today, when we let all the bad shit go and had fun I almost forgot about it until now.

I poked my head shyly in her room and saw her running a brush through her hair. When those piercing green orbs met mine again my breath got caught in my throat. It took her moment to realize that it was me and when she did her eyes widen a bit and she looked nervous.

I cleared my throat, "Um, are you ready?" I stammered out akwardly and mentally slapped myself. She set down her brush and turned to face me, I couldnt stop myself as I looked her over.

She was so beautiful; standing there dressed in a old, cut up Korn shirt tucked in at the front with jeans tighter than my own and her own worn out chucks.

My eyes snapped back to her when she shuffled uneasily, she was watching me which meant she saw my wandering eyes. She held a stubborn look in her eyes which I could see masking her pain.

"Yeah, just sit down please." Her voice is soft and professional as I quickly walk over and place myself in the seat in front of her. I desperately tried to meet her gaze again through the mirror but she refused to look at me.

I could hear some music blasting through the one headphone not in her ear. I watched as she worked product into my hair before sloppily running her fingers through my hair; It felt so good I almost closed my eyes. But I didnt let myself, I was determined to get her attention without messing her up.

"Okay, stand up." She waves her hand as she turns around and grabs the clothes she wants me to put on. I shimmied into a clean pair of black skinny jeans and grabbed the shirt. Before pulling it on I looked it over and my jaw dropped.

She managed to find a rare, limited edition Green Day shirt. I looked at her and she was finally looking back, "Where did you get this Demi?" She shrugged.

"It's my job." Her responce was short which caused me to sigh.

"Demi..about last night.." I hesitated, she made me nervous. Her eyes hardened as she frowned, she did not want to hear me out; I didnt blame her.

"Luke, dont. I dont want to hear it, you are able to what you want..you're an adult." When she spoke she looked like it pained her to say this, gently I wrapped my fingers around her hand.

"Please Demi. Let me speak." She shakes her head and pulls her hand out of mine.

"No Luke, I told you already. You can do whatever the hell you want. I have no say, I mean we weren't anything anyways." She crossed her arms and as I opened my mouth to retort she cut me off.

"Please go Luke. I have work to do and I don't want to see you." Her blunt words made me flinch, that hurt. But I guess I deserved it; nodding I turned around and walked out. When I looked back she had her back to me, headphones in.

I would do as she asked of me until she cooled down. I needed her to know that I'm sorry, I couldnt live with her hating me.

It would kill me.