Over (Luke Hemmings)

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"Did you feel that?" Luke asked, ruining our quiet walk.

"What?" I shot my eyes at him.

"Rain." He tilted his head upwards.

I furrowed my brows at him. I wasn't feeling droplets of rain hitting me. "No, I can't?" I replied before feeling a quite heavy droplet of rain fall on my scalp that I scrunched my nose. "On second thought, I do feel the rain now."

"Do you have an umbrella with you?" He asked, raising both of his brows at me.

I shrugged at him. "Does it look like I brought a bag with me?" I mockingly mimicked his tone and his brows.

"Do you want to get soaked?"

"Do you wanna make a run for it?" I arched a brow at him before speeding up towards the cream painted house with a brown roof.

It was us against the rain and it was a rather unfair competition. Rain was everywhere and there were only the two of us.

Luke and I step foot on the property at the same time. "I won!" We both rejoiced. Our dandy faces slowly changed to narrowing our brows at one another.

Having enough quarrelling for the day, I faked a smile at him. "You win, Hemmings." Not even wanting to hear his response, I took out the house keys from my pocket and let myself in.

"Hey, is today sibling day or something?" I asked, looking at Tim and Jack watching football. Jack flashed both Luke and I a smile and focused back on the screen.

Tim stood up from the couch and walked towards us. "Luke," Tim greeted, scanning his whole body like a security guard. His lips were roughly on a straight line. Tim's hands reached Luke's hair and shook it, making Luke's hair resemble Aslan from Narnia. He immediately shifted his expression and laughed while Luke awkwardly fixed his fringe.

"What's up with lads these days and their hair?" Tim asked, shrugging at me. Fashionably (and surprisingly not gay) older brothers like Tim are total keepers!

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Sorry about him. He's always like that," I lied; he wasn't. Leading Luke to the kitchen, I took out a thin bag of not yet popped popcorn and placed it to the microwave.

"Popcorn?" I asked him and he plainly nodded. I planted my elbows to the counter while I waited for the popcorn to pop.

"Do you have a toilet?" Luke asked.

I averted my gaze to him. "Nah, we don't."

He didn't seem to follow my sarcasm so I lightly shook my head at him. "I was being sarcastic but uh, go walk past the living room, you'll see a brown door."

How can someone not get sarcasm?

The microwave beeped. I took my time to slowly open the microwave door to only let the smell of popped popcorn enter my nostrils. An oblivious smile was surfacing off my lips to the smell of satisfaction. Jack came waltzing in the kitchen dancing ballet when the scent of popcorn infiltrated his nostrils. "I smell heaven," He sang. "Oh, cheese flavoured heaven!"

Receiving a hysterical short laugh from me, he flared his nostrils. "Can I have a taste of heaven?" He widened his eyes and walked creepily closer to me.

Letting the popped popcorn out of its paper bag, I placed them into a white bowl and passed it to Jack. "Knock yourself out, mate."

"Good on ya. Bless ya soul!" He said in a rather irritating tone, bringing the bowl along with him to the couch. "Have a bit of cheese heaven, Timothy!" I heard him shout to Tim.

Momentarily rolling my pupils at how immaturely adorable they were acting, I sighed. Boy, how much time did Luke need to take a piss or some shit?

My body jolted a bit by the sudden vibration from a side of my bum pocket. Hastily taking out the phone, I read the text.

"How're you holding up?" Calum texted.

"Better than I expected it would turn out to be. How're you holding up?" I typed back.

"Mikey just left. Can I come over?" He texted back.

"You've gotta tell me what happened with you both when Luke and I left, mister." I quickly locked my screen and placed it back to my back pocket.

Luke came strolling back in, still fidgeting with his hair. "You done shitting?" I asked.

"I just fixed my hair," He continued touching his hair. His blue orbs took a glance at the empty microwave and he walked towards the football watching two.

"I'll heat one more. Cal's coming over," I said. I swiftly took another flat pack of popcorn and neatly placed it inside the microwave.

"He loved you. Very much. He left saying, 'she left me for him.'" Calum whispered from my side. I was on the sink, pretending to wash the dishes whilst Calum was pretending to wipe the dishes. "You should've seen his face when he said 'him'."

I faced him and stopped moving my hands. "No, no. That's impossible." I felt like Michael was hit by twenty daggers on his back by me. He was hurting because of me. The worst part was, I didn't even know he was hurting until now. "Why? Why didn't he tell me loved me, Calum?"

Calum sighed. "Can't you notice how he acts around you? Em, you're like his closest girl buddy."

I frowned at his response. He turned to face me. "Saying he loved you won't change your feelings for him. Trust me, I know you'd end up breaking his heart anyways."

He was right, though. All I ever thought of Michael was a best friend; nothing more, nothing less. "What do you suggest I do then?" I heaved a sigh.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Try having closure."

"Closure?" I echoed what he just said, nearly choking on my own spit. Calum was a really good friend since he gave the best advice but this was the least I expected him to say.

"Closure." He repeated. "Both of you can say how you really feel towards each another. It's a fair bargain of sharing feelings, if you'd ask me." He shrugged.

"Huh," I breathed. "Should this happen sooner or?"

"Call him." He bobbed his head at my pocket, where my phone was in.

"What, wait, now?" I widened my eyes at him.

"Poor guy's in pain for fucking sakes. He needs the closure!" He struggled to keep his voice as low as possible.

I turned to face the couch, to only see the three boys still having their attention centred to the television. Calum's eyes also followed where I was looking at and he sighed. He was right, again. I put Michael in his pain and I obviously had to be the antidote to heal it.

Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I dialled Michael. My eyes were glued onto Calum since the ringing started. I had a feeling he wouldn't answer due to what I've done. "Answer, come on. Dammit." I whispered to the unending rings I've been listening to.

"Okay, since calling him won't work, you should go over to his house." He dug his hands in his pockets.

"Mikey sure knows how to make people beg at his feet." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Calum fully ignored my comment and watched me walk towards the door. "Wish me luck." I mouthed to him the moment my palm touched to doorknob.

"Good luck!" He mouthed back, leaning on the sink as he waved.

Well shit.

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