Brooklyn
It's been four days since I woke up from the coma and I'm still in the hospital. My parents wanted to stay to take care of me but I told them to leave because my dad had a business trip and mum had to go and visit my grandparents. I assured them that my friends would be here to help with my recovery. Of course, Luke backed me up and told them I was in safe hands.
Speaking of which, it's been a bit awkward being alone with him after the kiss. We never really talked about it and when we tried to, someone would walk in or we'd be to awkward to even mention it. But we have been getting along better then we were before.
"Hey, d'you want anything for lunch, I can-" Luke said, standing up from his seat.
"No, it's fine. I'm not hungry." I cut him off. He looked down at me for reassurance and I smiled at him.
"How are you?" I asked him. Luke let out a deep sigh and sat back down on the chair. He pulled his chair closer to my bed and leaned forward, looking at me.
"Truth?" I nodded.
"I'm fucking exhausted." He said, smiling sarcastically. I frowned and took hold of his hand. Luke has been practically living in this hospital with me. He refused to go home even for at least a night.
"Go home them Luke. I'll be here. I sure am not going anywhere because of my state. I'm 18, I'm not a child."
"I really don't care, how old you are. I just want to stay here."he stated, leaning against his chair.
"But why? All you see is nurses and doctors. For the past couple of days, we've been watching stuff on Netflix, the horror films aren't even scary." I said. He nodded in agreement. It was a routine really. At night he would sleep next to me and would wake up when the nurse would come to check up on me.
Then from that, we'd be watching some films and ask one of the boys to drop off some food before they went to the studio.
"But-"
"Shut up Hemmings. You are going home tonight and you are going to sleep. You are not going to come back
till you stop feeling 'fucking exhausted'." I stated. Luke had nothing to say to me after that.
"Can I-" Luke was once again cut off. Not by me, but by the doctor.
"Well, you two can both go home later after Brooklyn's physiotherapy session. We will give you a pair of crutches to help you move around the house." He informed smiling at me and Luke. Luke turned to me and smiled widely, I returned the gesture.
"That's great news!" I said to the doctor. I knew that even though I'm allowed to go home I still have to be in recovery. I can't help but feel happy about this, mostly because I'll be back in my own bed.
"It is indeed, now Luke if you don't mind, would you sign her release papers." Luke stood up almost instantly and walked to the doctor.
After writing on the paper, the doctor left and gave us time to talk. From the smile on his face, I knew he was excited. He took his phone out to message someone, I'm assuming it's one of the boys or the girls. As he typed on the phone, his smile seem to grow wider. He then turned his from of and placed it on his front pocket.
"So, no one is home but Ash, Cal and Mike are happy that you're coming home." He informed, walking to the end of my bed and sat down.
"Anyways, I will pick up some clothes for you so you can get changed. Any clothes you prefer?" He said.
"Thanks and just bring leggings and any shirt that you see lying around." I told him. He nodded and pulled out car keys from his pocket. I never knew he had a car.
"When did you get a car?" I asked, curiously.
"A week ago." He said. "I'm gonna go and I'll see you in a bit." He said, walking over to me and planting a kiss on my lips. "I love you." He whispered before leaving. The kiss gave me the old feeling I craved and loved.
I bit my lower lip, fighting a smile to form. He did it so casually as if he's we were together. I wasn't complaining though. I think that I've completely forgiven him for what he did in the past.
I can't hold back my feelings and I know neither can he, which is why it is best to forgive and forget. Luke is here now and he has apologised. It would be pretty childish if I let this go on, knowing he have shared a kiss and said 'I love you' to each other more than once.
I let out a sigh, leaning back on my pillow and smiled to myself.
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"Luke this isn't my shirt." I said, as I finished putting on my leggings, with help from a nurse.
"I know, you said just get any that I saw lying around." I said from the other side of the door. While I was putting my the Bon Jovi shirt he brought, the nurse was kind enough to put my black vans on my left foot.
When she finished, I thanked her and asked to let Luke in to help me.
I adjusted the cast on my leg as it was too loose. When I looked up, Luke was leaning against the door frame smiling at me. "Stop that and help me. I feel like I've been in prison." I chuckled.
"Alright" He said before walking over to me. He placed his hands on my waist helping me put less weight on my leg.
"Thanks Hemmings." I said. He handed me the crutches and let me walk out of the room before him. With the help of physiotherapy I was able to walk with support which I was thankful for.
We entered the lift in silence. Not awkward silence though. It was broken when the lift moved and Luke began to talk.
"Just gonna warn you, uh- the paparazzi kind off followed me here."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I'be been missing for at least a week. They were all camped outside of the house and when they saw me, they went crazy." My eyes widen, not because they followed Luke here but because they are invading, not just mine but everyone else's privacy.
"Don't worry, I asked Dave to call the police and have them removed and also asked for a couple of securities." He said. He handed me the glasses that hung on the collar of his shirt. I gladly accepted it. When the doors open, I can see the bodyguards by the door. Behind them was about twenty paparazzi waiting for Luke. I slightly hesitated to move and Luke saw my expression.
"It's gonna be fine, I'm here okay." He said. I nodded and began to walk with him. They began taking pictures of us and weren't even outside.
"Hey Dave."
"Hey Brooke." He smile, hugging me. He told us the they will do the best they can to give us enough space so I wouldn't get pushed at any point.
Luke pull me closer to him and as we walked out, he blocked some of the paparazzi and got me inside the car.
My crutches was placed at the back seat and once he closed the door, he talked to the paparazzi.
I couldn't hear much of what he said but from behind, I knew he was shouting.
I heard him shout 'fuck you' at some point before for Dave stepped in and stopped him. As he walked around the car, he look like he was about to punch a wall. He got in the car and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply.
I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers as an attempt to calm him. A smile crept on his lips and looked at me. With that he drove off.
