fixing a broken heart (janoskians/ luke brooks fan fic)

do you know that feeling, were you listen to a song shut your eyes and picture your life? Picturing your movements fitting effortlessly amongst the calming lyrics that sooth you? well thats safe to say not me right now.

You see, im sat here alone, listening to Taylor Swift sing about her art ache and overall agonising beleif in a somewhat stuiped and worthless 4 letter word... l.o.v.e.

yes, that 4 letter word of which is said in almost any situation life throws at you, losing all meaning the cold word has left to it;

"omg dont you just love those shoes?"

"I've never met him before today but yano love is love."

"he told me im special, and he loves obviously I slept with him"

repulsive isn't it, I dont see how anyone could fall under 'cupids' oh-so heartwarming radar. love only leaves a foul taste in your mouth, something I have witnessed first hand. my mum was 'in love,' well that is right upto the point she got knocked up and my ever so caring dad left her. who would want that? who would want to build there walls so high for the spiral of lies, beginning with a 4 letter word, to knock them down?

I guess that made me what I am. of which is a 'heartless bitch' ouch. I dont love, I just play boys like they effortlessly play girls. The only difference is I remain a virgin. no one seems to think I am, im not a slut or a whore, I just kiss, tease then leave. I don't get attached as 99.99% of the time there is nothing to get attached too.

I ripped the earphones out of my numerously peirced ears and eyed up my new 'home.'  well its not so much of a home as it is a place to stay. Yet... it is a home to some, it is the home of Gina, she seems 'nice,' welcoming from the numerous phone calls me and her have exchanged regarding my sleeping arrangements as I begin Penola college. Her accent is to die for, Australians are so lucky, if your'e British you're either a 'chav' or 'posh'.

Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. People my age I can handle, but being judged by someone alot older than you is something that can turn the strongest of women into cowards. I tucked my brown hair behind my ear and plastered on my greatest smile.

I must have been waiting for at leasy 5 minutes before my smile wared away and my irritation was growing. I knocked on the door agaun when the petite frame I expected begrudgingly was exchanged from a moody teenage boy? I didn't have much time to assess his face when interupted my thoughts

" I'm sorry, you might be the best fan ever but we appreciate that you dont turn up at our house, of course ill takr some pictures with you but then I would really appreciate you leaving"  he said in a raspy voice. gave I got the right address shit? and who the fuck does he think he is, he doenst look like harry styles so why should I automatically know who he is?

"I honestly having got a fucking clue who you, may I add arrogonce isnt pretty, so if you could kindly lead me to whichever house on this street is 'ginas', it would be highly appreciated." I rolled my eyes at the alst part whilst the boy looked at my truly dumbfounded.

"wait you don't know who I am?" is this kid for fucking real? a red blush creeped onto his face. He seriosuly expected me to be some belived fangirl of him? what the hell am I ment to be fangirling over?

"seriously? out of all I just said you only took out the part of me not knowing you. wow, someone thinks highly of them self." the bitterness in my voice matched the cold bitter wind that coated my bare leg. I thought Australias ment to be boiling hot?

as we glared at eachother for a contunious amount of time, a small fraile body lingered at the door and pushed past the mystery boy.

"hi, you must be Hannah I'm glad I can finally meet you! Ignore Luke him and his brothers can be like that!" oh that must be gina... WAIT BROTHERS. No body said anything at all about boys living here.

"oh so this is you house... I didnt realise that there would be many, or any boys living here too! its a pleasure to meet you!" I plastered my original grin on my face whilst the boy stayed watching intently upon mine and Ginas conversation.

"come in! How rude of me," she spoke softly ushering me into the house."you're room is upstairs to the left. ive got some work to do so I will be out tonight, but we can talk properly tomorrow morning!"

I watched as the boy, Luke I think, bulged his eyes out at the last sentance. I couldnt contain a small giggle.

"its fine, I planned on going out tonight anyway, familiarise myself with the clu- erm surroundings." crap. I dont know what these are like with the whole clubbing thing..

good save hannah!

"okay by hun." she said whilst evolving me in a bear hug as she rapidly left the door. leaving me by myself, following 'Luke' up the stairs with my ebony suitecases on both arms.

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obviously this is a janoskians fan fic. but I wanted to take my own twist on a fan fic. its going to be cliche to be honest. but I want it to be an original aspect to a cliche story! enjoy!