Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter fourteen

"Ash..." I sigh, hearing his breathing on the other end of the line.

"You've changed your mind?" He asks, hopeful.

"I'll get a job, help pay for the rent. I'll sleep on the sofa - I just can't move to Iowa.." I trail off, hoping the offer still stands.

"Pack your stuff we'll be over in a couple of hours when Luke gets back from grocery shopping."

"Thanks Ash."

I look around my room, my eyes trailing from the ceiling to the floor, not knowing where to even start packing. I decide to put on some music, a playlist of all the songs by The Neighbourhood, and grab the suitcases from underneath my bed. I begin to throw all my clothes into the suitcases with no order, I just need to get out of here - especially before my 'Mum' comes home. 

After an hour or so of throwing all my clothes into the suitcases and trying to get them to close, I'm finished. My room empty apart from the furniture, all my belongings in either a cardboard box or a suitcase, ready to move out. I sigh to myself, looking around at the empty vessel of a room when the doorbell goes. 

I run downstairs, my ponytail hitting my back with every step, throwing the door open to see Ash and Luke on the other side. A wide grin appears on my face, washing away all the sadness I felt just before.

"Hey!" I move aside to let them in. 

Luke throws his arms around me, his strong cologne filling my nostrils, a smell I've become accustomed too. "I'm so excited" he breaths into my hair, as he nuzzles his face into my neck, my arms slung around his neck.

Ash coughs behind him, causing him to suddenly let go, Luke's cheeks flushing a light pink. I let out a laugh, throwing my arms around Ash, a toothy grin plastered on his face in reaction to Luke's embarrassment. 

"Thanks Ash, you're a fab brother." I whisper, not wanting Luke to hear the desperation in my voice.

"I know," Ash laughs, letting go of me, to point upstairs, "everything upstairs?" I nod, Ashton running up the stairs to grab my things. 

Luke turns to me, taking my hand as he lets out a breath. My hand becomes all clammy, "We're okay then?" he smirks rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. 

I nod, not knowing what to say, Ash coming down the stairs with a suitcase and cardboard box. "I'll grab the rest!" I quickly let go of Luke's hand, rushing upstairs to grab the rest, only being able to hear some mumbling of their conversation downstairs. 

Luke knocks lightly on the door, capturing my attention as I swing around to look at him. He sends me a sweet smile, walking over to me, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. "You okay?" he whispers, not wanting his words to echo too. 

I simply nod, wishing I could see my Dad before I go to at least explain why I am doing this. He takes the cardboard box from my hand, wheeling the last suitcase out with him, leaving me alone in the room once again. 

I take out the letter from my back pocket of my denim jeans, addressed to my Dad for him to read when he gets back. I walk back down the stairs, as I've had enough of the moping - this is a good thing, I should be excited. I quickly run into the kitchen, leaving the letter on the island, before turning to Ash and Luke, ready to leave this behind.

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"It's not too bad actually.." Ash trails off, showing me around his apartment, "We have this small room, with wardrobes in it that we cleaned out for you - it used to be our overflow, but obviously we wanted you to feel at home, even if you are sleeping on the sofa bed." He chuckles to himself as he shows me the small room with two wardrobes side by side each other, completely empty for all my things. I smile in appreciation as they have both been so kind to let me live with them, and yet they keep making sacrifices for me.