Amnesia // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 4

*Luke's P.O.V.*

Today was such a great day, I don't think there's been any other day like today. Like, no bad thoughts came to mind, it was just a good time. My face kind of hurts because of my smiling for no apparent reason. I look at the time and notice it's 2:30, school has been out for 10 minutes now, and I've been walking around like an idiot smiling. I somehow managed to lose the rest of the lads while thinking, how does that even happen? I unlock my phone and dial Michael's number. It's ringing.

"Hello?" Michael asks through the phone.

"Oh hey Mikey, where'd you guys go?" I reply awkwardly.

"We left school because you just walked away smiling, by the way, band practice is in like 15 minutes so get your ass over here." He laughs

"Oh okay, bye." I say as I end the call.

Why do I feel like this? Why do I feel so anxious about going to band practice? Shit. This feeling is so fucking weird. I'll just push the thought away like I always do. I walk to the back of the school, where the parking lot is, and I get into my car. I try to rush to Mikey's house, even though my heart is go crazy, beating faster every second I get closer to his house.

I soon pull up to his house, and my heart starts beating slower. I get out of my car and open the trunk to get my guitar. When I go to school, I keep my guitar in the trunk because if I leave it in the passenger seat, obviously some idiot is going to try to break into my car.

I pick up my guitar and close the trunk. I walk to the front porch, and once again, my hearts starts beating faster and faster. I knock, an instantly relief washes over me when Michael opens the door. I walk in anxiously, wanting band practice to be over so I can go home and sleep. I walk to the place we always practice at, and I see all the other guys. I notice Michael has someone with me, a friend possibly? Let's find out.

"Hey Mikey, who's this?" I smirk knowing what he's going to say.

"Uhm, she's just a friend, her name's Mayra." He says blushing signaling the girl hiding behind him.

"Hi." She quietly says.

"So where's Ca-" I'm cut off by Calum walking into the room.

"HEY GUYS!" Calum basically screams out, not knowing how loud he is.

Followed behind him is a girl. Who is she? I can't really see, I don't have the best vision y'know? As she gets closer, I see her face. Holy fuck. It's her. How?

"This is my friend, Katrina." He says motioning to her.

She smiles and takes a seat next to Michael's friend, and they instantly start talking. I don't believe this one bit. How is she here? Didn't she leave? Should I say something? What the fuck is going on? I'm so confused at the moment. Does she remember me? Of course not Luke, don't be such an idiot. But, I happen to smile because she's here. But, she's with Calum.

Why is she with Calum? Do they like each other? Why do I keep asking myself questions I don't know the answer to? God fucking damn. Her and Calum are probably in love with each other, and if I were to come in, I'd seem like a fucking dick. Calum would hate me too. I suddenly feel a bit light headed and I feel my knees growing weak.

Next thing I know, I'm the floor passed out.

*Calum's P.O.V.*

"Hey Ashton, do you know what's wrong with Luke?" I glance over to him "He's shaking like hell and he looks like he's about to pass out!"

"Holy fuck, he does!" Ashton replies concerned for Luke.

"What do we-" I'm cut off by the noise of something falling down. The lads and I all turn around to see Luke on the floor passed out. "Fuck." is all I managed to say.

"Holy shit uhm, do we take him to the hospital or do we take him up to my room?" Michael asks panicing.

"Well we can't call the ambulance cause that'll cause a lot of trouble. How about we just leave him in Michael's, we'll see if he wakes up soon." I suggest.

Everyone else seems to agree with me so we just take him upstairs to Michael's room. Since I'm the one who suggested to take him upstairs, I'm the one who has to carry him upstairs. I bend down to pick him up, and damn. He may be so fucking tall, but he hardly weighs anything. "This isn't to hard," I mutter to myself as I carry him up the stairs.

Once I'm at the top of the stairs, I go into Michael's room and lay him into his bed. Hopefully, he wakes up soon. I wonder what caused him to pass out? Before I leave the room, I hear him start to lightly snore. I walk back to where we were before, and as soon as I walk in, the room grows silent.

"So, erm, what happened?" Katrina asks awkwardly, she reminds me of Luke a bit.

"He's asleep, he'll probably awake soon." I shrug, scratching the back of my neck.

Soon we all start talking the minutes away, and I glance down to my watch and see that an hour has passed.

"Guys, an hour passed. Who wants to go check on Luke?" I ask quietly.

No one answers.

"Anyone?" I ask again.

No one answers, again.

"Well fuck guys I-" I begin to ramble before Katrina interrupts.

"I'll go okay? I'll be back in a few minutes." She says getting up from her seat and leaving the room.

The room goes silent once more, this is very awkward.

*Katrina's P.O.V.*

Well shit, no one else was going to volunteer so might as well, right? I don't know why but for some reason, I wanted to go. It's like someone was telling me to go.

I walk up the stairs quietly and I quickly locate Michael's room. I open the door and take a peep inside. It seems that, Luke is probably sleeping. I think he might of woke up and changed into some of Michael's clothes because his pants and shirt are on the floor.

Being a clean person, I walk in and I pick up his shirt and fold it nicely on his bed. I walk over to his pants and pick them up. As I pick them up, a small picture falls out of the pocket. I pick it up and examine the picture. It takes me a while to realize, it's a photo of me and Luke. I furrow my eyebrows and take a seat on the edge, why is this in his pocket?

*Luke's P.O.V*

I slowly open my eyes, and I look around. Where am I? I look to the left and see a Pokémon poster. I'm in Michael's room. I also have a massive head ache. What happened? Oh yeah, I fainted because I saw Kat- wait. Is that her at the edge of the bed? I squint my eyes to see if I'm not hallucinating, and holy fuck. It is her. What is she doing here? What does she have in her hand?

Oh fuck, it's the photograph of us.