Try Hard || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 17

Skye's POV
"Do you have to go to Manchester U. so soon?" Luke said, looking at me. I looked back at him, right into his deep blue eyes.

"It's not polite to stare." He said. I threw grass at him.

"Idiot. Yes I have to go to college, Luke." He sighed, moving closer to me.

"But I don't want you to leave." He whined. I sighed.

"Well I have to. We still have a week." I said, frowning. What's wrong with him.

"You have leaves in your hair." He said, changing the subject. I brushed leaves out of my hair, and sat up from the ground in the backyard.

"Only a week?" I nodded.

"I think so. What day is it?"

"August 23rd." I froze, and looked at him with big eyes.

"Today's her first birthday, after her death." I said quietly, feeling tears well up in my eyes, just as the rain started to come.

"Fuck, Skye, I'm sorry." Luke said, standing up and pulling me to him. I cried into his shirt. I finally pulled away.

"Me too. But it's not your fault." I said.

"I should go see my dad."

In about 10 minutes, all of the boys were behind me as I opened the door to my flat, and walked into the kitchen.

My dad and some woman were sucking each other's faces off.

"What. The. Fuck." I said, my dad turned around.

"Skye I-"

"It's her fucking birthday and you're here making out with some middle aged slut." The woman gasped.

"Skylar don't speak to her like that." My father warned, narrowing his eyes.

"You haven't noticed for the past two years, why now?" The woman asked.

"You were cheating on Mum?" My father looked at the woman, who I recognized as Katherine, my mothers old friend.

"Y-yes. She knew." I got even angrier.

"Did you even love her?" He nodded.

"I loved her, but Katherine was divorced, and one night in the bar we just-"

"Spare me the details." I spat. I turned around and ran out of the flat.