Friction || Luke Hemmings

Alli- 30

I don't know exactly what happened. One minute I'm coming home from Harry's, phone in hand as I opened the front door to my house. The next thing I know I'm being pulled back, a hand flying across my cheek. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see Lexi standing in front of me, an angry scowl on her face as she huffed heavily.

And I definitely should not have been surprised when she started to yell at me. I mean, I took away her fuck buddy last night. She wasn't happy about that. And I should have been used to everything she was saying, having heard it a million times before. But my walls were down. I wasn't prepared, and every word she shot at me felt like a knife straight to the back. Bits of my heart were cracked away as she continued to stand in front of me and yell. And of course my mum wasn't home, so no one was here to stop her. So I had to deal with it. And when she finally left I did the only thing I could think of.

Blood was dripping from my hips, staining my shorts as it pooled around the band. Tears were steadily streaming down my face, my breaths shaky as I sat on the floor of my bedroom, head in my hands. Some of the blood was dripping off me and onto the carpet, and I knew I would have to clean it up, but I couldn't right now. I couldn't move.

It had been a while since I had done this, the last time being that time Luke walked in on me... which was about a month ago. It was a record for me and I suddenly hated myself for doing it again. I had been so preoccupied by both Luke and Harry that I hadn't even thought about doing it for the longest time, but today I just broke.

It had been a rough weekend. First the wedding, Harry kissing Cara and Luke and I running away to a room together, breaking up with Harry and already crying from that, to fucking Lexi. Why the hell was I ever friends with her?

I could hear the sound of the front door opening, but I kept my head in my hands, not wanting to see his expression when he walked in. I don't know why I called him, all I knew is that my hands moved without my consent to dial his number and I was suddenly asking him to come over.

"Alli?" My name was followed by a soft knock before I heard the door creak as it opened. I heard him take in a sharp breath before he rushed to my side. He gripped my wrists tightly, pulling them away from my face despite how hard I tried to keep them there. "Alli." He whispered, taking in my appearance. I knew I looked like shit. I didn't bother taking off my makeup from last night, so it was surely streaming down my face. I didn't have a shirt on, just a sports bra, blood practically covering the entirety of both my hips. My cotton shorts soaking up whatever they could, the once grey color looking more maroon than anything else.

I suddenly was crying once again, and hard. Sobs shook my body, Luke quickly pulling me into his chest. I wanted to say something, say sorry for asking him to come. I don't why I did, I guess I just didn't want to be alone. But I couldn't get any words out, my throat closing in on itself even as I tried to breath.

God I was so pathetic.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, my head buried in Luke's chest even after the tears stopped. He kept running a hand through my hair, trying to soothe me, and it worked for the most part. As soon as I was breathing somewhat normally again I pulled away from him, quickly wiping under my eyes. Neither of us said anything, though I could feel his stare on me. I knew he wanted to ask questions, but he refrained.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I d-didn't know who else to c-call." I whispered, wiping away a few stray tears.

"Don't apologize." He said softly, forcing me to look at him. He kept his thumb and forefinger on my chin, worried blue eyes searching my boring brown ones. "What happened?"

A strangled sound left my throat, Luke taking my hand to intertwine our fingers. The gesture was comforting, especially when he ran his thumb across my knuckles before bringing it to his lips, pressing kisses all over the back of my hand.