Stolen || L.H.

7

After Luke gave me my clothes, he left to get food. Why in the world would he leave me? Alone?

Stupid right?

I finished getting dressed, and I quickly run for the door. Reaching for the door knob, it opened before my hands got to them.

I thought it was Luke, but it wasn't. I noticed that he had dark brown hair, and chubby cheeks.

"Where do you think your going?" He said, closing the door behind him.

"Who– who are you?" I asked.

"I asked first. Now answer. Where were you going?" He said a little bit harsh.

"Away, away from you!" I smacked him on the face with my cast, wincing that I had hit him with my broke arm.

His hand flew to his face, cursing under his breath a few times.

"You're going to regret that, you little–" he was cut off by another voice.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Luke yelled.

"Luke! Oh, thank goodness your here! He– he went in the house, I asked him who he was, but then he's like -I asked you first- then I said I was going away–" Luke covered my mouth.

"Shut up," I nodded.

"Calum, tell me what's going on," Luke sighs, looking at the guys who I smacked in the face, which who goes by 'Calum'.

He took a deep breath, "When I walked in the house she was behind the door. She was about to leave. So I asked her where she was going. And she smacked me on the face with her cast, which hurt as fuck. I couldn't hear her after getting smacked, and then you came."

Luke looked at me, raising one of his eyebrow.

"I thought it was you!" I raised my arms in defense.

Luke shook his head. I swear I saw a little smile tugging on his lips.