You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

My Girlfriend - Chapter Thirty-Nine

Luke's POV.

When Mia slipped and fell to the floor, I couldn't help but laugh, but that instantly stopped when I saw a blade glide over her hand, blood starting to pour out.

"Shit, Mia!" I yelled as I ran towards her.

She was weeping in pain as I lifted her into a sitting position and took her hand in mine. There was a gash about two inches long going across the centre of her hand. It wasn't very deep, but it was enough to need stitches.

I turned my attention to Mia when she let out a loud sob. She had tears running down her face, her bottom lip quivering. Her blood shot eyes stared into mine as I placed my hand on her cheek.

"It's okay baby, I'm gonna take you to the hospital and they're gonna stitch you up, okay?" I spoke softly, afraid to make her hyperventilate even more.

I whipped her tears away with the pad of my thumb before resting it against her cheek again, my other hand still holding hers.

"It hurts, Luke" She buried her head into the crook of my neck, her free hand clutching onto my t-shirt. I kissed the top of her head, whispering reassuring words in the hopes of calming her down.

I looked to my left when I felt a presence by me only to find a terrified looking boy, around thirteen years old, with wide eyes and his mouth opening and closing like a fish. I know he didn't mean to do it, but god the urge to scream at him was strong.

"I-I'm so s-sorry." He stuttered out, but I just waved him off, afraid I would knock him out if he stayed around me any longer. Nobody hurts my Princess.

"Mia, are you okay?" Michael rushed over to us, the others following behind in a hurry. His eyes were wide with panic, his breathing heavy from skating over here so quickly.

I shot him a glare, pulling Mia closer to my chest as she sobbed. "Does she fucking look okay? We need to get her to the hospital, she needs stitches."

Before I got up, I took off my skates so I didn't have to worry about falling with her and carefully picked her up bridal style.

"Keep your arm elevated to try and stop the blood pouring out." She wrapped her arms around my neck, keeping the bleeding hand straight up in the air. I winced when her nails dug into the back of my neck from how tight she was holding on to me, but I brushed it off because I'm sure she's in a lot more pain than I am.

I jogged to my car as best I could with Mia in my arms while calling for the boys to get our shoes. I could feel the blood dripping onto my neck, the sounds of her whimpers invading my ears.

I hated seeing her like this. She is usually so happy and smiley, so to see her crying and in pain made me want to destroy anything that threatened to taint her perfect smile. I wanted to kick myself for being the cause of so many of her tears in the past, angry for making her feel so bad about herself. She didn't deserve the way I treated her.

I'm so thankful that she was willing enough to not close off completely from me and even get to know me better than anyone else can. She is one of the few things in my life that genuinely make me smile, even when my deepest thoughts are haunting me.

"Lukey, I feel funny." Mia sniffled. She lifted her head up to look and me in the eye and when she did, I felt my heartbeat speed up.

Her big brown eyes were shining from the tears that had filled them, the tip of her nose tinted a pink colour and he cheeks tear stained and flushed. Even at her worst, she still looked beautiful.

I smiled softly. "That's because you're losing blood, babe. Don't worry the hospital is only five minutes away, you'll be fine."

I placed her down in the passenger seat of my car before taking her beanie off and passing it to her. "Hold this against the cut; it will help stop the bleeding."