Baby Project || 5sos

two || luke

its one am in the morning and i got a chapta idea and wow this might be crappy bc late and jwu to write this

love you all v much
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Luke

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I groaned hearing my mom call me from downstairs. I had a massive hung over from last night's party, and it was a weekend so I was just planning to sleep in. Giving up, I finally got out of bed, and went down the stairs wanting to shut my mom up about shouting.

"Christ, mom! I was trying to sleep!" I yelled at her, still rubbing my eyes and yawning.

"Sorry darling, it's just, Shannen is here with your project." She said gleefully. I could tell she cried when she saw Shannen, the tears were still evident from her cheeks.

My mom loved Shannen like her own daughter, since the Renolds live across from us, we used to see each other every day, back when we were best friends, but after the incidents that happened to us, mom never saw her again.

I saw Shannen curled up in the sofa with Darcie right next to her. She was snoring peacefully, with Darcie's stuff scattered around the table.

"She arrived around six a.m, I didn't know she still had the key to the house, but I woke up, she said that her parents kicked her out since your project over there won't stop crying, she didn't know where else to go, but here." My mom explained to me, additionally asking me to fix Darcie's things and clean up since she's going to leave soon for work.

"Let the poor girl sleep, Luke. I am glad that both of you are working things out." She said kissing me on the cheek and leaving.

Ever since my dad left she had to take on two jobs, just to carry us both. I appreciated all of her hard work and I was glad that she was happy of Shannen and I working together that I didn't explain to her that it was a mandatory thing.

I sat down on the sofa next to Shannen, I turned on the television, pulling down the volume where you can hardly hear it. I can hear her steady breathing, it increased as I observed here pained sleeping expression. She was mumbling incoherent words and slightly shifting her sleeping position.

She still had nightmares? she used to have them frequently as a child, and I thought they stopped, but I guess I was wrong.

Her squirming almost knocked Darcie out so I gently unwrapped her arms around the baby toy, and set it on the other couch. I saw small tears appear from Shannen's eyes as she started quietly sobbing, and now shaking aggressively.

I grabbed a hold of both of her hands and held them tightly, softly lying down right next to her, as our bodies molded perfectly together. I placed her arms around me, as I rubbed her back and drew random letters soothing her as she calmed down and started breathing normally again.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be lying right next to her so close, I shouldn't miss the smell of her brown hair, I shouldn't.

I sighed, closing my eyes, letting sleep take over me. As the tune of the tv played in the background.

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I woke up to a sound of irritating cries as I saw Shannen trying, but failing miserably to calm Darcie down. I let out a yawn, sending her a signal that I was awake.

"Hey, Hemmings." She said nodding towards my direction disregarding that we slept together, going back to forcing Darcie the baby bottle.

"Shut the baby up, will you?" I snarked at her, annoyed that the thing still hasn't shut up.

"I'm trying, prickhead! It won't drink milk, it didn't poop, and I would try shaking it slightly but it doesn't fucking work!" She shouted back, walking over to me and handing me the annoying baby.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked her, looking at the baby.

"Well, maybe it needs her father. She's spent enough time with me this week." She told me, collecting her things and walking out towards the door.

"You are not leaving me with this thing!" I yelled at her, speeding towards her, grabbing her arm roughly.

I saw her flinch, as I let go of her arm. I saw bruises that covered it already, purple, blue, and red each marking her arm.

"What the fuck happened to your arm?" I asked her, Darcie stopped crying now, and was currently pissing in my shirt, but I didn't give the fuck at this moment.

"You happened." She answered, tears returning to her eyes. She rolled up her sleeves showing cuts and bruises each looking old or recent.

"Remember when you pushed me down the hallway?" She asked pointing to a blue bruise on the top of her elbow. That happened almost a year ago, I pushed her towards the lockers, I didn't think she got hurt since she didn't show it.

"Or how about the time you called me pathetic?" This time pointing to a long cut that needed stitches. This one was self-inflicted and pretty deep, it scarred her pale skin.

"There's many more times, Hemmings. Now, if you don't mind, I need to fucking sleep more since that damn toy hasn't stopped crying ever since I got her!" She yelled, slamming the door and leaving.

As if on cue, my mom came in wearing an angry expression asking me about Shannen. I gave up, packing up Darcie's things and taking her upstairs with me, leaving my frustrated mother behind.

I glanced at the doll giggling creepily on my arms, and the wet circle it imprinted on my shirt.

All I could think of was Shannen's arms.

I did that to her.

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sorry so short and again writing this at 1 am so appreciate and dont worry she stopped cutting almost a year ago, but since it was deep, it left a scar

btw luke would never treat liz like that like cmon luke still sleeps on liz's shoulder and is a huge ass momma's boy ok

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