He Was P(L)uke

6

"I'm home, people." I yelled incredibly loud. I began chuckling. My parents were both sleeping and there I was: dress drenched in vomit, bloodshot eyes, slurred makeup, and lungs filled with air giving me the capacity to scream loud enough for Michael Jackson to hear me from the tomb. I'm pretty cool, by the way. It seems like I'm not, but I'm sure I've got that swag everyone talks about. I cut my own sleeves, bitch!

"Shut her up, Harry!" I heard my mom scream from the second floor.

"No, you shut her up. I already did yesterday when she was fangirling over the phone with Stacy."

"Call Uncle Tom to shut her up." My mother replied and I laughed even louder. Uncle Tom is Ashton's dad and my favorite uncle. Although he and my father are just band mates, Tom treats me like I'm his real nephew or even second daughter. I'm a bar of awesomeness, you see?

"No, Izzy! Tom already has too much trouble with Ashton. You go and solve this problem." Dad groaned. I clenched my stomach as I had another fit of laughter. Oh gosh, please have mercy with these two.

"You do nothing at all, Harry, and then you want me to shut up our almost-twenty-years-old daughter?"

"You got her out of your womb."

"You had sex with me."

"You asked for it. It was consented as fuck." My dad said almost gagging. I sighed my laugh away and sat in the lounge. My mind suddenly drifted to Luke and Kiera. Fuck. They were going to have a baby. And I realized how many unsaid things I had to say. But oh fuck, Kiera had his heart. There was absolutely nothing else I could do.

My eyes got teary again, and I just wanted to die. Alone. Without anyone but Luke. But that was too late. I went upstairs with fear and pain streaking my heart. Geez. I'm never going to a wedding ever again.

"Are you okay, Charlie?" A voice startled me. I looked up and found my mother in her bedding suit. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around her torso. I sighed and began sobbing, causing my father to exit their bedroom and join us on the hall.

"What's going on?" He asked concerned. Mom shook her head and placed a kiss on my head. "What happened, Charlie."

I sighed and coughed a bit, trying to clean my throat from the precipitation of vomit it held. "Do you remember Mrs.Hemmings, mom?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and scoffed replying "Oh how can I forget that woman."

You see, when my father and his band were only spots in the billboards list, Liz Hemmings (Luke's Mom) worked as a manager. And well she had and has had since forever this platonic crush for my dad. She's a fan, she has all his posters, all his CDs, DVDs, fake signatures, bedspreads with his face, and almost called his sons 'Harry' until her real husband got mad and gave them their actual names. So mom could get a bit jealous when that happened, and she began hating her to the bones.

Fact: Liz actually proposed to my father, but he told her he was gay.

Funny thing here is that Mrs.Hemmings had a platonic crush for my father, and I have a platonic love for her son. God saves me.

"What happened with her?" Dad asked with a sigh.

"She has this son..." I said but couldn't continue because, gosh, they are my parents! Still I said "And I sort of like him since kinder... And you know... He has this brother who happens to have a wedding with Kiera, Stacy's sister, and well everything was fine until Keira began throwing up and I had to hold her hair and she told me she was pregnant but Ben wasn't the father, so I went outside and found Luke, and he told me he got a girl pregnant and that the girl is Kiera so yeah." I said, panting because I said that kind of too fast.