nyctophilia (5sos)

chapter five

Flash forward to the summer between year 11 and year 12, Dani and I are walking down my street, mindlessly chatting, as we approach the most expensive house on the block. Only, there's a girl who looks to be about my age, putting a waste bag beside her mailbox.

"Damn, you must be rich!" I holler to the blonde girl, making her jump. "You moved into the most expensive house on the block, what are your parents rich? Where do you come from anyways?" I ask on, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Georgia" she replies shyly.

"Georgia?" Dani, joining into the conversation, "like the U.S.A?" She asks with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, it's a lot like here." She admits, looking to the ground.

"Haha, I bet. I'm Caitlin." I hold my hand out "but you can call me Cat." I say as she shakes my hand and smiles. "This is Danielle, but call her Dani." I say, gesturing towards Dani.

"I'm kasey." The blonde girl says taking Dani's hand and giving it a shake, as Dani and I smile at her.

Kasey had straight blonde hair that reached down to her mid back, brown eyes, and a small upturned nose. She seemed shy, but after talking for a while she began to open up.

The three of us standing in her driveway learning more about each other. We discovered that Kasey and I like the same bands, And that she would be attending the same school as Dani and myself, when first quarter begins, we also ended up exchanging cell numbers to chat later.

Me: *hey Kasey, wanna chill tomorrow?"

Kasey: *uhh...who's this?" ...seriously? I just gave you my number.

Me: *um...it's cat...duh. you gave me your number, who else would it be? Loll no, but seriously you should come chill at my place, Dani's coming and schools starting next week and I think it would be fun.*

Kasey: *lol sorry. I'll see if we're doing anything and if not, I'll come:)*

Me: *yay! Can't wait*

Luke is sitting at my desk, pen between his teeth, and his hair is messing from running his fingers through it in frustration so many times. I could tell he was working on some new song lyrics for his band, he's a perfectionist in that way. I stand from my bed and walk over to him, stopping behind him as I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Do you want some coffee?" I ask him, and he shakes his head side to side but says nothing.

"You okay?" I ask him, running my fingers through his hair.

He sighs, and looks up at me "I have writers block, and I told the lads I'd have this song finished by tomorrow Arvo"

"Try this." I half-ask, half-demand. "Just think of your favorite thing in the world. The thing that makes you happiest, the thing that could brighten any day. Then, you can Go to your happy place. The place that you love most in the world. Write about that, and your song will be beautiful." He looks at me for a moment, taking in what I just said.

After a moment, he jumps off of the chair and grabs my face, giving me a hasty kiss. "Thank you, I love you. I have to go, I'll see you tonight" he breathes heavily, gathering his things then rushing out of my house and to his truck, speeding off with a loud screech. I'm hoping his abrupt exit was him going to his happy place.

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It's now 11:00 and it's been four hours since Luke left so suddenly. After he left, I put on a swimmer and grabbed a towel to go sit in the jacuzzi in my glassed-in back patio. Sitting down into the hot, bubbling water, my tense muscles instantly relaxing, I let out a sigh.

Next thing I know, my head is being dunked under the steaming water with no warning, causing it to shoot up my nose, and down my throat. The smell of chlorine singes my nasal cavity as it makes its way down. Just as I begin to choke on the water, I was pulled out just as fast as I was pushed under, and I'm greeted with the Familiar blue eyes that I've come to love over the past two years. That feeling only lasted a second until I came to the realization the He wasn't just my savior, he was my attacker. Instinctively, I smack him hard on his bare chest, making him grasp the red area as I stomp up the stairs and slam the door behind me when I stepped inside my tiled kitchen.

Dripping water the whole way, I stalk angrily to my bathroom and get in the shower immediately. I was finally having a relaxing moment to myself and Luke just had to go and try to drown me. After I finish washing my hair, I wrap myself in a white fluffy towel and head down the hall to my room, where a concerned Luke day on my bed, the familiar composition notebook he writes his music in, sitting on his lap. After I throw on a black jumper and some white sleep shorts, he finally speaks.

"I'm sorry." He sighs; "here, I want you to read this." He looks at me, holding the notebook out to me. I grab it skeptically. Luke has never let me read any of his songs before the lads. The fact that I'm holding this book right now is blowing my mind.

"Not all of it." He glares at me, then continues "flip to the last song. Read it, then come get me and tell me what you think." He gives me a swift kiss on the forehead, and leaves the room. I flip to the last song in the book, And begin to read the beautiful words that were scribbled down on the blue lines...