Playing the Player | 5sos

○ chapter ten ○

"This is Mr. Hemmings' hotel room, we know for sure he is inside." The clerk of the hotel told Cassie's father. "Can you open it for me, he is my client and my responsibility." Cassie's father asked him, already reaching for his back pocket to get a hundred dollar bill. The clerk raised his hand, "No need to bribe me, sir." He said, grabbing the card and sliding it in to the door.

The door opened and Cassie's father pushed the bill in to the clerk's hand anyways, then walking in and closing the door. He was about to yell Luke's name until Cassie put her hand on his chest to tell him to be quiet. "Let me go first." She said and for a second he looked at het puzzled.

When Cassie walked in to the bedroom, Luke sat against the side of his bed, an empty glass in one hand and his clothing covered in a weird substance. Cassie bit her lip, she was shocked to see one of the most famous boys in the world like this. He looked so broken, really broken.

She closed the door but still knocked to see if it would wake him up. After a few seconds he raised his head and out came a weird half-cough and half-sob. When he saw Cassie standing near the door he threw away the glass and looked at himself.

Cassie had no idea what to do, and Luke just sat there, not making eye contact with her. She slowly walked over to him, until she stood almost in front of him. "Luke?" She whispered, eventually Luke started sobbing. He just sat there, crying his eyes out. Cassie was so overwhelmed by it all, she did really not know how to handle it.

The only thing she could think of was put him in a bath and clean him up, because he looked so bad. Not only because of the clothing he had probably worn since he left, but there were huge bags under his swollen eyes, his lips were purple and his skin looked colorless.

So, slowly, she kneeled down in front of him and started unlacing his shoes, then she took off his coat and Luke just continued sobbing, staring at her while she was busy. She then sat between his two legs that were spread out as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and carefully slipped it across his head, not wanting to get the vomit on him.

Luke just did not understand why she was doing this. Last but not least she unbuckled his belt and slipped off his jeans. It did not even feel awkward anymore, Luke had no realization of it, and Cassie did not see it as helping Luke, it was like helping a drunk.

She got up and pulled him up by his arms, giving him support and walking towards the bathroom. Slowly she helped him in to the bath while Luke's hands were clinging on to her very own. And after warming up the water, she started washing Luke up. Completely until he was clean.

Luke just kept on looking at her, what she was doing and her actions. After turning off the shower she got a big towel and wrapped it around him, trying to dry him off. She left the bathroom and came back with a new set of boxers, Luke got the idea and Cassie turned around, waiting until she heard a soft growl which made her realize he was done.

Slowly she walked him over to the bed and helped him in to it, covering him with the blankets and making sure he wasn't cold. Almost like it was a baby. Slowly, the sobbing began again, but she had to let it go for now and walked back out of the bedroom.

Cassie's dad was sat on the couch, staring in front of him. When he saw his daughter, he got up and looked at her, obviously her clothing was wet. "I helped him clean up and he is in bed." She said and walked over to her father. "He looked so different, like he was a little child." She said, almost as if she had a weird feeling in het throat.

"I honestly feel bad for him, he needs to get help." She said and laid her head against her father's chest. "Maybe you are his help, honey." Cassie nodded and she waited for a while. "Maybe it's best if you stay with him, maybe here or somewhere where he can unwind." Her father spoke, and she understood. "I'm going to check up on him, see how he is doing." He nodded, and Cassie got up to walk back to the room.

She opened the door, and there he laid, softly snoring like a little boy. His cheeks were already stained with tears and he had rolled himself up completely. Cassie knew for sure, that from now on, it would never be the same again.