Out of the Darkness (Luke Hemmings/ Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

Chapter 1 (edited)

"Come on Monica. Would you just open the goddamn door?", I heard Luke yell outside. I sat against the wall, trying to process what just happened. Not this. Not now.

I noticed that my vision was starting to get blurry and that I was about to faint. I closed my eyes, trying to in- and exhale evenly, but it wasn't working. Right now I would have welcomed the pain, which I hadn't felt in over two years. But not only the sweet, sweet pain, but also the numb feeling afterwards. Like I was in my own little world, where no one and nothing could harm me. The old scars were itching to be opened again.

I didn't realize that I had tears in my eyes, until the first one slipped from the corner my eye down my cheek. I whipped it away quickly. I was mad. But not the angry kind of mad, but the sad kind. Like when someone you love dearly betrays you.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and Julia crouched down next to me. "Monica. Look at me. Focus on your breathing. Inhale. Exhale." She made me breath with her, which made it way easier for me to not pass out. Slowly the room began to stop spinning and the dizziness faded away.

I was trying to get up, but my knees gave in. Thank god, Julia had grabbed me tightly around the waist, otherwise I'd have fallen flat forward on my face. "Easy there. We don't have to rush anything." I slowly got up and together we walked to the couch, where she made me lie down with my feet propped up. Something about blood circulation, I think.

She got the guitar, she kept at my place (because she knew, that her singing instantly calmed me down) and started to play an Ed Sheeran song. I don't know why, but somehow she always choose the right song for the right mood.

She really was my anchor. She always knew what to do and what to say to calm me down. To make me breath evenly. To not loose my mind.

Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone, Paint
Splattered teardrops on my shirt, Told you I'd let them go, And that I'll
Fight my corner, Maybe tonight I'll call ya, after my blood turns into
Alcohol, No I just wanna hold ya.
...

When she played the last few chords, I tried to sit up and smile at her. I totally ignored that Luke was probably still on my front porch, trying to convince me to open the door. But right now it didn't matter, he didn't matter.

"Should I deal with him or do you want to? No matter what you decide, I'll be right behind you", she assured me, when she realized what I was thinking about.

"I'll do it. Just be there with me okay?", I got up from the couch and walked slowly towards the door, trying to not fall over. Once I arrived at the front door, I hesitantly looked back at her, but she shot me a reassuring smile, which made me feel confident.

"If he says something shitty, you could still slap the shit out of him", my best friend suggested, making me giggle a bit, lightening the mood.

I gripped the handle really tight and within seconds I was again, face to face with Luke Hemmings. His hair was a bit shorter than I remembered and now up in a quiff. His blue eyes still sparkling and his smile as crooked as ever.

"Thank god, you opened that door. I'd thought I'd lost m-", he started talking really fast, but I cut him off.

"What do you want Lucas?" He always hated it when I called him that, telling me that he was Luke and not Lucas and definitely not Lucifer.

"Well, obviously, I want to visit my best friend", he answered me, a puzzled look on his face.

"We used to be best friends, right noe aren't even friends anymore. We are strangers. Nothing more, nothing less", I said with a blank expression on my face, letting no emotions show.

"But why?"

"Are you seriously asking me that question right now?! You ask me why we don't talk to each other anymore?! Why I slammed a door into your face?! God Luke, I never thought you would be that stupid", I said shakingmy head ever so slightly. "Well, maybe it's because you treated me like a piece of shit after you got all famous and popular. Maybe it's because you were too egoistic to realize that you hurt me a lot with all the shit you did. And maybe, just maybe it is, because you called me useless, ugly and told me, to quote you directly, that it would be better for everyone if I'd just fuck off and disappear, because nobody would miss me anyway", I was fuming.

You remember how I said earlier that I was sad/angry? Well now I was furious/angry, which wasn't a good mix at all. I was up and ready to bitch slap that still visible grin out of his face, but right now I still had to keep my cool and wait for further explanations.

"I know that I shouldn't have said that, but we were arguing back then and I was about to go on tour. I was wrong okay? I miss you. Like a lot", he said, trying to apologize for his actions, but it was no use. I couldn't forgive him within 5 seconds. (no pun intended)

"You know what Hemmings?! I honestly don't care if you just said that because we were fighting or if you wanted to me to feel bad about myself, but I know that there are such a lot of people in my life who would care a shitload if I'd disappear. And you can't think that just because you said that during in an argument, it doesn't matter. You don't say such things to your best friend. Nobody ever told me something so... so cruel. Also, you don't get that I don't want to talk to you, see you or associate with you in any kind of way. It makes me sick thinking that you were once the most important person in my life. Which was before you treated me like one of the sluts you fuck and then throw out. Not that it would be okay to treat them that way but still. Please do me a favor and get out of my life. I was better off without you", I turned around, trying to hide the tears in my eyes, thank god successfully.

"I guess I was right after all", he simply said, turning around and trying to leave my front porch, but someone stopped him from doing that.

"What do you mean, you were right after all", my best friend Julia looked at him seriously.

"Well, Monica is the most selfish person I've ever met and I honestly can do better", he said with a smug look on his face.

I've never seen Julia turning so angry within two seconds. In the blink of an eye she was standing in front of him shooting him a deadly gaze.

"WHAT DID YOU LITTLE SHIT SAY?!", she growled at him. She looked really scary I have to say. "Don't you dare say that. She is the most caring person I've ever met. And just because you are too stubborn to see that she is amazing it's your own fault. And now you better get going, because otherwise I am going to slap the smug look off of your face. So fuck off and leave us alone."

He just smirked at her and said "Keep calm, baby doll."

Definitely the wrong way to talk to that girl. If there's one thing you don't want to do, is call her that pet name. Ever since we met I've learned that a) you should never touch her food if you want to keep your hand and b) you should never call her baby doll if you don't want your life to end.

Before I could do anything, Julia had raised her hand into the air and slap Luke hard across his face. I almost felt sorry for him, because it looked like it hurt really bad. But only almost. I didn't know why but suddenly a little grin spread across my face.

Luke held his hand over his cheek, rubbing it softly so the pain would go away. "You better get going now, before I'll do the same to the other side of your face, jackass. Do not try to talk to one of us again. Otherwise I'll make your death look like an accident", Julia said, being dead serious.

Luke literally ran down the street without looking back.
As soon as he was around the corner I broke down. Tears threatening to fall, but not because I was so sad, it was because I honestly couldn't stop laughing. His face was just hilarious. Julia started to giggle too and soon we were rolling on the floor laughing, holding our bellies, because the hurt that much. To the neighbors it might have looked like we smoked too much weed.

"Since I've already invited myself over, what are we going to do tonight?", she asked me, finally calming down a bit.

"I don't know about you, but I sort of crave a shot of Tequila right now. Or more than one", I got up and smiled down at her.

"That is the best idea I've heard in weeks", she said, needing my help to get up.

If I had known what was going to happen that evening, I probably would have preferred to stay at home