Relapse (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 4. Suspicions

~~~~Luke's POV~~~~
Something's a little... off with Nicole. I thought to myself looking at Nicole's sleeping form next to me. Something's been really off about her ever since we've moved in. She's constantly acting guilty and depressed. I can only think the worst about this. I don't want to see the person I treasure the most in this world suffer. I hope she's not returning to old habits, I would honestly rather her cheat on me than start that again. I would be heart broken but it's better than seeing her destroy herself piece by piece, slowly losing her grip on life. I don't ever want to see her back there.
I noticed today she barely touched her food I made her. And when I mentioned eating out she had a panicked expression on her face. She's still thin. Personally I think she could gain ten pounds and look like a model in my eyes. I'm thinking of confronting her about this and getting to the bottom of all this because I don't want this to get out of hand again. I want Nicole to be happy.
__Morning__
I barely got any sleep last night because of the constant thoughts running through my head. They went from worst case scenario to me actually convincing myself that she's okay or she's picking up on old habits.
Soon enough I feel Nicole snuggle up closer to me. I look down at her and smile. How lucky am I to have the privlage to even breath the same air as my beautiful angel? And to actually be able to claim her as mine?
"Luke?" I hear her question me, her voice sounding so soft and tired.
"Hm?" I hummed in acknowledgement to Nicole's voice.
"Why do I wake up to you smiling and staring at me?" Nicole questions me, resting her head on my chest.
"I couldn't help myself. You're so damn beautiful, it'd be hard not to even look in your direction," I smirk, knowing what I said made her blush.
I was right because once those words left my mouth she buried her head in my chest to hide her face. "Luke," she whines. As weird as it sounds I could tell she was smiling which made me smile in delight.
"So, is today a chill day or a go out day?" I asked her.
"I like our chill out days," Nicole informs me looking up at me smiling.
I smile down at Nicole then suddenly remembered my late night thoughts. Now that I have a clearer view of her face I cam see her cheeks have sunken in a little but and her face look a little thinner. I could see her green eyes starting to fade again. Suddenly my worst fears were met.
"Luke? You alright? Babe? Lukey pookey?" I hear Nicole ask chuckling at the last nickname I have.
"D-what," I stutter coming back to reality.
"What happened? You suddenly went blank for a moment there?" Nicole informs me, looking me straight in my eyes. Shit.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I just can't help but realize that this is reality. It's been a year and a half now and I still can't seem to get it wrapped around my brain that I'm dating you," I tell her mainly the truth. I actually can't believe I'm dating Nicole but I also don't want her to do stuff like this anymore. I need to talk to Michael about this, he would know.
"Oh yeah, I need to go to Michael's house for a bit. He told me he had to tell me something important," I lie hoping she would believe it. I hate lying to her but I gotta figure this out.
"Can I come?" well I'm screwed.
I sighed and looked at Nicole. "No, Michael said that I couldn't bring you for some reason. He wouldn't tell me why though, but don't tell him I told you because then I'd get beat," wow I'm a better lier than I thought. Nicole seemed like she bought it but just in case I'm going to text Michael about this.
Text message to Michael
I need to tell you this or I may be considered dead. So, I told Nicole that I'm going over to your house because you needed me for something that you would not tell me and also that Nicole couldn't go. I am coming ever to your house though because, well I'll tell you once I get there.
Delivered
Soon enough I hopped into my car and drove off to Michael's. I really hope Nicole doesn't think I'm going over to some other girls house. The idea of me doing that disgusts me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself anymore if I did that to her. Nicole's the only one for me and I want it to stay that way really. If she only knew how much I love her. How much I adore her. If she only knew.
Before I knew it I was at Michael's house. Huh, that was quick. I think to myself while getting out of my car and approaching the front door. I didn't know whether to let myself in or to knock. So I went with the easy choice and let myself in. Hopefully he doesn't think I'm some intruder in his house.
I make my way up to his room and open that door too. Is he really asleep? I asked myself walking over to him. Yeah, I'm going to get punched in my area really hard for doing this. I made my way over to Michael and shaked him awake. "Wake up," I tell him. And he did. I was right. I was going to get a punch to my dick. "Oh, ah. Shit," I curse toppling to the floor.
"Luke? What the hell man. Why are you at my house before 12pm?" Michael asked me sitting up.
"Check your phone and read my message first," I instructed him.
Michael does as I say and reads the message I sent him 15 minutes ago. "Oh," he says shocked. "So what is so important that you text me and literally break into my house?" Michael asked me putting away his phone.
"It's about Nicole," I start pausing a little so I can gain enough strength to tell him. "She hasn't been acting like herself recently, she's always acting guilty about something and when I mention food or anything related she looks panicked. Don't get me started on how depressed she seems, she acts happy but I know something's going on in her mind, I just don't know what. And since you've lived with her I was wondering if you know what's happening," I tell him looking down the whole time. When I didn't receive an imidiat response I look up to see Michael's face with a mortified expression plastered all over it.
"Oh fuck! Tell me it's not that, please tell me it's not that, please!" I pleaded to Michael, my voice breaking a little and a lump forming in my throat.
"We don't actually know. When she moved in with me she would constantly act guilty and make excuses on why she couldn't eat out with us. She even told me she hated pizza. She hated the calories in the pizza, she loved the flavor. Luke, if you listen to her some nights she does talk in her sleep. I never told her she does because she said some pretty funny things," Michael laughed. "But I found out a lot of things as well on some nights, it's like she's having a conversation with someone in her dreams, someone she can tell anything to really," Michael informs me.
"So you're not sure but you're also telling me to listen to her dream conversations?" I questioned Michael.
"Yeah, exactly," Michael said cheerfully.
"Wouldn't that kinda be like snooping or invading her privacy?" I questioned Michael once again.
"I don't think so, she doesn't know she talks in her sleep so in a way that's not invading privacy because she doesn't think she talks in her sleep," Michael tells me.
"Okay thanks, bye," I tell him practically sprinting down the steps and out the door to my car.
"Siri call Nicole," I tell my phone, holding down the home button.
"Calling Nicole," Siri repeats starting a call with my girlfriend.
The phone rungs a few time but Nicole answers. "Hello," she says.
"Hi, I'm on my way home just to let you know so don't think it's a burglar and hit me in the balls again with a hair dryer," I teased laughing a bit.
"Okay," Nicole laughs, "but to be fair you did come into my room while the lights were off and I had nothing else to protect myself from intruders."
"True, I should've knocked, either way I would've still come in because Michael would've dragged me down the stairs or thrown me," I explain to her remembering the day that was both exzilerating and depressing for me.
I hear Nicole laugh. God I love that laugh. I thought to myself.
"I'm literally 5 minutes away so I'll see you in a bit," I tell her.
"Okay, bye. See you," Nicole says hanging up the phone.
That's weird she usually waits for me to hang up the phone. I hope she's alright. I think to myself. The thoughts haunted me as I drove home. I can't help but feel something is wrong with her. I don't want her to be sad. I will do anything in the world to make her happy.
Soon enough I find myself parking in the driveway and walking up to the door. I made my way inside to see a Nicole on the couch wrapped in a blanket.
"Did you turn into a burrito?" I laughed. I see her look at me and smile. I make my way to her and sit beside her. "You okay?" I asked her.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine thanks," she says frantically.
I didn't want to offend her so I pulled her onto my lap and cuddled her. We stayed like this for a while. We watched TV and talked about work. Well, Nicole working at Starbucks and when my next tour will be. I honestly will miss this because I'm not aloud to bring Nicole with me. I mean I can stow her away somewhere but one of the guys will find her. I mean they're my best friends don't get me wrong, but they sure are nosy.
Before I know it it was already 7:37pm. It felt like 11pm honestly. Maybe it's the fact that Nicole and I have literally done nothing all day. Then I realized I was starving.
"Nicole I'm going to grab something to eat. You want something?" I asked her lifting her off of me.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you though. Plus I have an early shift tomorrow and I'm kinda tired so I'll just eat breakfast," she tells me unwrapping herself from her cacoon of covers and making her way upstairs.
I want to say something but I don't know for sure yet. I really don't want to offend her. She seemed kinda sad.
All I can do is hope she's alright.
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Hey, here's another chapter.
Sorry if I screwed up somewhere there I kinda had to go off of memory of what I wrote in the previous book.
I also didn't feel like saving my work and reading through the other book because I'm lazy af.
Anyways, if you like the story so far you should vote for it and comment on it. I'm still really happy that I've thought of a second book on this. Even though it took me this long to think about it. I wonder how many of you have read my previous book and wanted more story to it.
Sorry, it's hard to get my head wrapped around all that. I just love to write stories and I wasn't expecting that one to get as .any reads as it did.
But yeah story time over. For now lol.