One Lucky Puppy

Chapter 6: She Can Never Know.

Calum's POV

Hangovers suck. I had taken some sort of pain reliever like, two hours ago. 

It still hasn't kicked in.

Elle's been hiding against Luke's side all morning, and, personally, I don't blame her. I shouldn't have said that. I'll never be able to fix it.

I laid in my bunk on the bus, scrolling Twitter.

@EllaBelly2: I can't believe you. 

I sighed. Nobody will know what that's about but the boys and I.

@Calum5SOS: @EllaBelly2 I guess Luke didn't tell you then?

@EllaBelly2: @Calum5SOS I want to hear it from you, Asshole! Actually, don't talk to me. 

I threw my phone to the side, letting out a yell of frustration. I didn't care that she was in the bunk directly across from me. I mean, I did. Just not right then.

• • •

We were back Australia a few weeks later. I still hadn't told Elle. She can't know. She can never know.

We had an interview today, and Elle was going to go check on the shop; see if she could help out at all.

"I'll miss you." She giggled against Luke's lips. I rolled my eyes, turning away. "I'll miss you too, Babe." Bella. Her name is Bella. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder but shrugged it off. "I'm fine."

• • •

"You lads still single or..." The interviewer trailed off. "I'm not!" Luke smiled. I sank back on the couch, my fists clenched. While he explained, I turned to Mike and Ash instead.

"You should tell them!" I whispered. Mikey paled and Ash shook his head. "Maybe after we tell Luke."

"You still haven't told Luke?"

"Told Luke what?" Luke asked, getting into the conversation. Now everybody's attention was on us. "I'm sorry." I mouthed. "Uh- Michael and-"

Ash was cut off by somebody's phone ringing. Luke's phone. He tried to ignore it, but the interviewer encouraged him to answer it. "Hello?- Yes.- What?" Luke exclaimed, dropping the phone. "What happened?" I asked, picking up his phone. "I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?"

"Bella Taylor has been in an accident and requested I call you, Mr. Hemmings." At least we know she's alive.

I dropped the phone, jumped the couch, and rushed to the hospital, ignoring everybody calling.

• • •

"Oh my god, you're okay!" I exclaimed, sitting next to Elle's bed as I grabbed her hand. "You- You came." She mumbled. "Of course I would. I'm so sorry for being a dick. I would never be able to live with myself if you would have died or-"

"Hey," She laughed, "I'm okay." That's when Luke busted through the door. "You can't just leave an interview like that!" He snapped.

"I kinda had more important business to attend to." I said, motioning at Elle. "I don't care! You don't just leave!"

I felt Elle's grip on my hand tighten. "You don't care that I was in an accident?" Elle asked. "Of course I do, Baby." He pecked her lips, "But they said you were okay."

I saw her tear up. "What happened, Elle?" I asked. "I- I was on my way to the store w- when I saw these guys." She pointed to a box on the table. "They were just there, in the middle of the road, just like Fudge.