He Was P(L)uke

Prologue

Author's note

This is all a fictional story. The characters and themes are moulded after real life occurrences. However, the characters do not have direct connection with the real celebrities that are portrayed in the story. Whatever insult to any member of the band or its family, is mainly part of the plot, and I do not intend to offend anybody. Trigger warning: throwing up. 

The use of strong words and profanities are for the sole purpose of showing a character's personality. 

This novel is for you. For every person who has lost hope in love. For all of you who struggle with being yourself, for every negative comment they have ever made about you. For all of the times you have cried yourself to sleep thinking you're not enough for someone. You are more than enough. You are loved. You are alive. And that's what really matters. You stay as you are, because you have qualities nobody else has. 

Anything you would like to comment or ask me, do not be scared to do so.

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@kingdom-styles - CJM

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I smoothed out my dress, making the small crinkles run down my legs. I sat alone, with a cat besides my seat who had just entered the party. I sure looked crazy.

"Hey there, lil' buddy." I said petting the cat. Meanwhile, Stacy came over to me, scaring the little white furred friend I had just met.

"Charlie, it's time! The bride is going to throw her flower bouquet."

"Cool." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, come on! You might as well just stand up for once. You haven't even danced since we got here."

"Shut up, Stacy! My feet hurt." Gentle lies she always seemed to notice.

"Same old lie. Stand up! I haven't seen you smile that much!" Yeah not true. I may be mad all the time, but I sort of smile a lot. Sort of. 

"Yikes, Stacy." The bride, Kiera, approached us slowly. Kiera was my best friend Calum's cousin, and was also my best friend Stacy's sister. Calum is my best friend, and Kiera is his cousin; Stacy is my best friend and Kiera is her sister. In few words, my two besties are cousins, and one of their relatives is marrying. She was the coolest woman I have ever seen, and ever since she married Ben, she became even cooler. "Let her be. If she doesn't want to stand up, leave her. She'll have her reasons."

And I did had my reasons. You see, Ben was Luke Hemmings' brother. And oh how I loved this Luke Hemmings we are speaking about. And he had been my crush ever since I graduated from elementary school. I thought I had forgotten him, but boomer on me! He was just two meters away.

"Thanks, Ki!" I smiled falsely. The bride sighed and contently walked towards the front of the ballroom, where more than twenty beautiful ladies were standing still. She grabbed a bunch of roses she held in her hand, and threw them back.

Guess who got it?

Yeah, the girl in the back of the ballroom, sitting alone by herself. Oh no no, not Jenna Keegan. She's just a granny, come on. Look at the other corner. Oh yep. That's me.

"Oh fuck, Charlotte! Guess who got it? You!"

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"I'm sorry." She blabbered.

"Hey hey hey, it's fine, Kiera." I assured her as she threw the contents that floated in her stomach down the toilette. Surprising Kiera had not been drinking at all. She loved Vodka, but not one single drop of it entered her mouth. And it was my personal duty to hold her hair while she puked.

"Charlie, I'm pregnant." She said. My eyes went wide as I dropped the strands of hair I had been taking in my hands, making her hit her head on the toilette. "Ouch."

"Yikes, sorry Ki." I muttered. It can't happen. Ben told me he hadn't had sexual intercourse with Keira (now don't fucking ask how Ben had told me that. We just shared that information carelessly). It meant... Keira was pregnant from another dude. "But it's not Ben's."

"Nope." She shook her head and sat by the wall, breathing heavily. I sighed and went to search Stacy in a rush. But just my luck! I had to walk into the one and only Luke Hemmings.

"Hemmo."

"Judd." He nodded. I sighed for the nineteenth time on that day. "Charlie, I need to tell you something." He spoke. His voice came hoarse and raspy. He was totally drunk. And I don't know if it was the movement of his lips or the summer weather, but my knees were failing to support my whole body.

"Shoot it, Luke." I said in my chilly voice, trying to be the coolest girl ever. Yikes me.

"I got a girl pregnant."

"No."

"Yup. And she's having a fucking wedding with my fucking brother."

"Oh no, Lucas." I said. And I don't know what came over me, believe me. But whatever had been in my stomach, had just began raising until it reached my mouth. And BOOM! I caught two birds in a shot. Now Luke Hemmings and me, were covered in sticky orange slime called vomit. And it was mine. The vomit. And he was Luke with puke.