Suicidal - 5sos

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8:

We reach his house and open the door to see no one is home.

"They must be in the recording studio" Luke smiles as he walks towards it. I stay still. "Aren't you coming?"

"I don't know, you guys are writing a song - wouldn't want to spoil the surprise!" I say awkwardly.

"Ok then, I'll be with them if you need me," he grins as he walks towards the recording studio. "THE KING HAS RETURNED MOTHERFUCKERS!" He yells as he opens the door, striding in and extending his arms like a king. I giggle at his cuteness.

I walk up stairs. Last night it hit me hard - that I was actually staying in a famous persons home (and for way too long). Should I leave? I don't want to make things seem weird if I just leave - and plus, where would I go? But if I don't leave what if the police find me?

I don't want to leave Luke.
I sit on the bed and fiddle with my fingers. It's all too much. I decide to go for a walk. I won't be long - I don't need to tell Luke.

I go outside and breathe in the morning air. The floor is slightly damp and it smells of freshly cut grass. I continue down the sidewalk on the main road, happy to get stress out.
Tall trees with extending branches shield me from the sun as I slowly walk along the cobble stone pavement.
I pass a row of houses, and see a man painting a fence white. For some reason I stay, mesmerized, watching the paintbrush sway from side to side before he gets more paint from a dish and paints again.

I stood there for 5 minutes before the man turned to me.
"Can I help you?" he asked calmly, un phased by that a random 18 year old girl was watching him.
"Uh, no I, um, sorry" I stutter as he furrows his eyebrows at me. "I-I'll go," but as I walk forward I trip and use my arms to balance. He stares at the red marks on it. Fuck.

"Depressed, I see," he murmurs, "get outta here, slut, no one likes suicidal idiots."
I stare at him as we shoots me an angry look "LEAVE YOU BITCh" he screams.

And I run, I run and run and run back to the house, hearing the *thump thump thump* of my feet which calms me down. I stop when he is out if sight. Only then I realize, his truck had the name - "Jared Brinley". Could it be - Victorias dad? Wait, Victorias dad is called William, I met him when he came in school to complain about Victoria not being in the best classes. He had to be a relative - he had the same blonde hair, blue eyes and defined jaw line. I presume he is her uncle. Either way, I'm better off not bumping into him again.

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Luke's POV:

"Pleaaaase can I have a solo?" Ashton begs.

We finally have come up with the whole songs beat - she's kinda hot. I know the fam will like it.

"Ashton we get it," Calum grunts, "you have a solo just shut the fuck up already!" He punches his arm playfully.

"You love me," Ashton chuckles and pulls his head towards his chest. (A.N / CASHTON FOR FUCKS SAKE).

Michael still was on his guitar, continually playing his solo to get it exactly right. I grab my microphone and put on the headphones and make the music on and sing to it.

"My girlfriends bitching cause I always sleep in...."
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Sophie's POV:

I take off my shoes and walk into the house. Great. I have no idea what to do. I could always listen in on what the boys are doing.

Tip toeing, I walk towards the wooden door and put my ear up towards the slight opening.

"She's always screaming when she's calling her friends, she's kinda hot though..."

Luke. It must be their new song. I'm mesmerized by his voice and continue listening to him, not realizing anything but it...

"Yeah she's kinda hot though..."

"Yeah I'm just gonna get a snack...woah!" Ashton opens he door.
Fuck.

"Well look what we have here!" he smiles, "oh shit, are you ok?"

I was in shock from him coming out (A.N / NOT IN THE OTHER WAY) I didn't realize he slammed the door in my face.

"Yeah, umm, I..."

Luke, Calum and Michael look at me as if I'm some sort of stalker. Fuck. UGH! I ruined my chances. I rub my forehead as tears form in my eyes.
"Shit shit shit, sorry!" Ashton says worriedly as tears are now rolling down my face.

Little does he know I'm not crying about the fact he slammed my head with a door. It's because they think I'm a weirdo, listening in on them.

My head spins, I collapse on the floor. They can't see me like this. I scramble away but Luke runs out.

"Hey hey, don't worry it's ok," he whispers, "for fucks sake Michael get an ice pack! And Calum j-just do something?!"

I rock back and forth like a baby, hoping that this panic attack would end and I could leave. But I'm not strong enough, and I black out.

"Sophie? Sophie?!....."