Therapy-Luke Hemmings Punk Fanfic/5SOS

Chapter 7

"ABBEY!" Calum shouted happily, a huge grin plastered across his face. The grin was mimicked by the other boys, except Luke.

"Where's Luke...?" I trailed off, staring at the place he'd usually take beside Ashton.

"He changed. When you left." Calum sighed as Michael pursed his lips.

"He got sucked into the wrong crowd. Tattoos. Piercings. Alcohol.Drugs. Anything he knew could ruin him." Michael whispered.

I pulled out of the group hug unwillingly to examine each of their faces.

They all looked different. Calum had his hair pushed back softly but messily rather than his fringe, Michael had hair in an array of colours; purple, blue and black rather than caramel, and Ashton had darker curls, I have to say; they'd grown quite attractive in my absence.

"Where is he now then?" I asked.

"He's probably in his room or somewhere around that old tree. He likes to go there to calm down. He has really bad mood swings." Ashton explained.

"Can I see him?" I asked, although I had no idea why.

"Um..sure. But be careful, he's fucking unpredictable with those mood swings." Ashton said, his lips forming a tight line.

"Er..could someone help me with my bags please?" I asked, struggling with the bunch of them.

"Sure." They all said in unison, each grabbing a couple of bags and traipsing towards the house.

I took the remaining one and followed. What did the mean 'he's changed'? It was Luke. Plain old awkward fringed Luke, not the tattooed, pierced, alcoholic, drugged Luke they had described in the last few minutes.

I was dreading this.