four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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L U K E     H E M M I N G S

Okay. So there was this girl. Her name's Arzaylea. I met her five days ago now and we were finally together. Again. Face to face not ear to ear.

     She was lovely, as she always has been since I met her but I'm afraid if she likes me, too.

     I am scared with the thought of falling inlove. I'm afraid of the possibilities that it might get. I am afraid of my feelings. I'm afraid of it.                                                                                                              

I R W I N

Earlier today, the sunrise was beautiful.  As beautiful as Luke's smile when Arzaylea showed up to our door. She said she was dropping by since they had a stop over before heading to Indonesia which Luke don't even know why they were going to Indonesia.

      But I can see that Luke was hesitant. In every way. He'd always drift away everytime he'd nearly touch her. It isn't because he's disgusted, but its something and I had no idea what. Maybe, sensitivity.

      Arzaylea is beautiful in a man's point of view. She's got this punk look that any band member would love, within the band atleast set aside the attitude because I don't even know her, yet. My first impression on her was good. She'd been nice. When Michael and I caught her talking to Luke and when we were about to go home, she waved even Luke without looking at her.

     Today, they just walked out of the room and I was left out all alone the hotel room. 

     This is the kind of times when I hate it when she's not with me. I would always be left out and feel left out and I don't even want to be used to that.

     I called her at Facetime and she quickly took it. I imagine her staring at her phone waiting for me to call.  I smiled with that thought. "Good afternoon mademoiselle." I said and went to the couch then hugged the pillow with me.

     "Waiting for you like years. I've missed your face. I've missed you. God I want to hug you. I hate you!" she said.

     I didn't called or text her since we fought over Ace. I wanted to clear my head first and it accidentally took three days. The next morning, after we fought, we were packed for 'a secret interview' as what our manager called it. He said we'd love it and we did. We had an interview with the magazine Alternative Press again. I don't know why that magazine is such a mystery for him with the fact that we all know it all too well.

     That night, we got wasted, at someone else's house, we didn't know whose. Hell, we were wild; Calum at the roof jumping to swimming pool and there we were, swimming at liquor bottles. That's when Luke and Arzaylea met and that's when I flipped off from the balcony to the garden and got this cut from my knees and elbows (Haven't told her yet, about everything. Do I have to?) The next morning we had hangover and there was a practice later on the afternoon. Then the very last day was the official rest day, we all slept all day long.

     "Okay that is new," I mocked and giggled. "You haven't taken your meds, have you? Your sweet tolerance is not on the risk right now."

     "Hey, I'm trying and besides I really do, like... I want to hug you so tight and this Facetime thing is making it so hard," she said and doing again that thing where she touches her head and inhales deeply then exhales through her nose. "Its like I'm seeing you but I cannot touch you. I wish I could walk in the phone and be there that instant."