He sees what I can't (A Luke hemmings fan fiction)

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Michael showed me where the essentials of my new school and afternoon classes were located. He led me down the crowded cafeteria which would seem intimidating if I was one of those pussies threatened by "popular kids". Honestly whatever. There's nothing to do about it and I can't change what they think.. At least not right this second. I followed after his footsteps which abruptly ended at a table which was mostly empty. I awkwardly waved and slid onto the bench next to Michael.

"Hey so this is Ellie. She's new and American and seems slightly more tolerable than most of the girls that go here," he gestured toward me but I bowed my head with heat rising to my cheeks and a tight smile on my lips. One boy giggled, the other silent. The boy with blond hair styled into a quiff sat In front of Michael. He didn't smile he just stared at me and acknowledged me with a nod. The eye contact made me uncomfortable so I looked to a tan boy with black hair. He grinned contagiously.

"Calum," he spoke his name firm yet friendly. The blonde still hadn't said anything yet. He just ate his sandwich and seemed deep in thought. I just chewed and answered unusual questions about America.

"This is Luke by the way," Michael flicked his head towards the blonde, "He doesn't talk much to people he doesn't know."

The whole time the blonde remained silent. I munched on an apple and Michael told me to come to a diner with " the lads" and a few others after school, Of course I agreed hoping for a chance to spend more time with the dark haired Australian boy who had been so caring.

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The cool breeze brushed my rosy cheeks as I hoisted my heavy back pack up my shoulder. The diner was fun but the greasy food taunted me as each person practically binge ate their way through the food. I slid earbuds in, blasting the Neighborhoods cover of Say My Name and Cry Me a River.

By far my favorite cover and it distracted me from hateful thoughts crossing my mind. "All those French fries? Are you joking? You're already fat! How dare you think you deserved something so unhealthy. What possessed you to believe you weren't the obese girl you are. Great you made one friend and you barely know him. He could leave you any minute for realizing you're psycho." By now Déjà Vu by Sleeping with Sirens came on. I skipped the song although it was one of my favorites, right now I needed comforting and sad so I switched to 8tracks. "I'm A Fuck up" was the last played track so for the last few minutes I indulged in every lyric sung to me.

Every step I took, my brain shrieked FAT. I tried to justify my actions telling the voice in my head Michael would've noticed if I hadn't eaten but I know he wouldn't. My fingers twitched at my side and my stomached lurched as I walked through the empty home.

I attempted to do my homework but my mind kept telling me every second I wasted I would be getting fatter. I tapped my pencil anxiously, finally deciding to make my way through the new home towards my room. I navigated the new hallways and rooms eventually coming to my own. I shouldn't do this but I have to, or else that queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach will come back.

I drank Half a glass of water to help the process and locked the door even though no one was home. My knees hit the cold tile and I shuffled closer to the porcelain monster calling my name. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and gripped the edges of the freshly installed toilet looking around at all of the other newly renovated products.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes leaning over the bowl and plunging two fingers down my throat, hesitantly at first but it didn't work. I heaved and my eyes began to tear up. I became more determined as the voice in my head bellowed for me to try harder, of course I failed. I fail at everything but I won't give up on this. I have to do this.

Wiping the moisture that accumulated around my eyes and taking one more quick breath I shoved my two pudgy fingers into the back of my mouth. I heaved but kept pushing because in the end I knew it would be worth it. I felt the bile rise in my throat as some of the contents from my stomach spilled into the white bowl. I sighed and swallowed the acid burning in my esophagus. When I looked down I was disappointed and decided I needed more so I continued the process until there was no longer a single thing left in my stomach.

My head throbbed, my mouth tasted foul, and my throat burned intensely but as I stood up, the accomplished feeling I had remembered all too well from middle school came back. I felt great! I had followed through and now I knew I could do something. I had stuck to my words and I was proud.

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A/N

Sorry this was kind of graphic haha oops. I hope you like this story so far it's going to be about Michael in the beginning but we will learn more about Luke and they will become friends.. Or more😏 Michael and Luke are both main characters. Anyway if you have any recommendations or anything lmk and thanks for reading! Please vote😛