Runaway Baby

Chapter 1

Macy's POV

When i try to stop myself from throwing a fit i go to the park and just play in the playground though it was quite dark.

I walked up the stairs and sat at the top of the slide and put my bag aside, i started to push myself to go down and i hastily did. I didn't notice that there was some guy facing right sitting at the end, i was nearly there when i tried to stop myself but it was too late. In just a couple of seconds my face interacted with a brick wall or should i say the guys back, we both stumbled down.

I groaned at the pain that followed when i fell on his chest as he recompensed my actions, he clentched his head in his hands and grimaced.

I push myself away from him but stayed off balance, i tried to stand stable and consummated.

"What's up with you? Why would you even sit at the end of a slide?" i shouted at him not bothering to help him stand up.

When he stood up i still can't see his facial features.

"Wha- What's up with me? What's up with you? you knew that i was sitting there" he pointed at the end of the slide. "but you still have to slide on the slide" he continued.

Oh, he's Australian like Stacy's imaginary boyfriends i can't believe that payed attention to what she's blabbering about.

"i didn't know that you were there, okay?!" i shouted back

"are you blind?!" he exclaimed.

"it's dark here" i clamored

Then we both fell quite for minutes when i started to talk.

"I- um I'm sorry, it's just that i- i had a bad day that's all" i stammered and looked down fidgeting my fingers.

He stepped closer, too close that is and i looked at him puzzled it's like i've seen him before.

"I'm sorry, I had i bad day too" he said calmly.

He looked down at me.

I got surprised when a near by tree covered by christmas lights lit up, we both glanced at the tree yet i was the first to take my eyes of it but he still was looking, then when he noticed that i wasn't looking anymore he faced me. It's like the world has slowed down and he was the only one that was moving. Thanks to the christmas light i could see his face.

I was so lost just by looking at him, he took my breath away.

That never really happens to me and i never thought it would.

As i examine more of his features i finally grasp the thought of who he is, so that's why i thought i saw him from somewhere.

Yeah, there were all kinds of pictures of him in my sisters room and i mean all kinds but mostly shirtless photos of him along with his band mates, whoever they were.

He tilted my chin up, i was so astonished by him that i didn't notice that my mouth was agape.

"Did you see a ghost?" he chuckled

"you- you're Luke Hemmings?" i asked stammering and pointing at him.

"You want an autograph?" he asked

What a bigheaded jerk

"Conceited much?" i asked emotionlessly

"I'm not conceited" he defended himself

"Nevermind" i started to walk away when he quickly snatched my right arm.

"What's wrong with you?" i asked feeling annoyed.

"You're leaving me when you didn't even apologize"

If only i could kick him in the balls but i can't Stacy will kill me with all her dramatic sob stories if she knew that someone would do that to him.

I tried to get my arm away from his hold but he just won't budge

"okay, I'm sorry" i paused and tried again but failed.

"Could you get your hand away from my arm" i asked looking a him blankly

"One more thing" he pondered a second on what to say, then continued

"Can i escort you back to your home?"

"No" i started to walk away but he still is holding unto my arm.

"Just get off me already!" i left hand shooing him away.

"I just can't let you go home alone" he said as if he was concerned

"I left home alone so I will go back home alone"

He bursted out laughing, what does he think of me? his personal entertainer? but on the bright side , he let go of my arm.

"You said "Home Alone" twice" he chuckled

"Go figure" i said sternly.

I briskly sprinted away from him, lucky enough he didn't chase me.

When i finally thought i got away from him, i tried to grasp my backpack from my back. It wasn't there my eyes gone wide and i was panicking, i must have left it in playground. Maybe i could get pass that jerk, well i'll take my chances.

When i was about to turned around and go back large hands covered my mouth. I started to squirm and when i slipped out of his hold i quickly punched him, he fell to ground.

He flew his hand up to where i punched him.

"Ouch, what kind of a girl are you?!" he groaned in pain

I realize that voice from somewhere

"Luke?"

"Yeah, you left you're bag" he held up my backpack.

"Oh, Thanks!" i grabbed it and walked away.

Minutes later it hit me, i just left him there.

I ran as quickly as i could to where he was, and i saw him still there lying on the ground face up.

"Hey, i'm sorry i left you here let me help you up" i sling his right arm around my shoulders and helped him get up, damn he's heavy.

He didn't speak on our way to my house, even if i don't want to become deaf when my sister finds out that i brought Luke home and he has a bruise especially on his face and is all my fault but i don't want him to think that i'm a bad person for just leaving him there.

We were a couple blocks away, until he spoke.

"Can you call someone on my phone to pick me up?"

"After i mend your wound" i said nonchalantly

"Well you sound concerned?" he joked

"I'm trying my best not to be"