everything i didn't say » luke hemmings (book 2)

twenty two

Today marks the halfway point in the Take Me Home Tour, indicating the two week break.

The boys and I have rented a secluded beach house in California. A few others will be staying there, too, and the One Direction boys might stop by.

I said my goodbyes to the crew and hopped into the taxi-van thing. Since we were in New York, we have to fly to California.

"Wanna sit next to me on the plane?" Luke asks me.

"Of course!" I kiss his cheek and we hand the lady our tickets.

"Have a wonderful flight," she mumbles and I roll my eyes.

"She seems to love her job," Luke says sarcastically and I giggle.

•

After hours of endless traveling, we are in California! Oh, how I missed the nice breeze and palm trees.

@tatumjonesx: finally in la! i missed u

"I love LA!" Ashton shouts as he runs into the secluded beach house.

"You can say that again," Michael says and he follows Ashton.

Luke appears beside me. His arm snakes around my waist and we take a tour of the house.

There are six bedrooms, and two of them have balconies. Luke and I obviously called dibs on the bigger one.

The downstairs has a huge ass living room, gigantic kitchen and dining room, and so many more rooms. I bet Oprah has stayed here before...

"How about we go to the beach?" Calum suggests and we all agree. I could always wear a shirt to go swimming, right?

I dig through my suitcase for my bikini. When nobody is around, I quickly change. I slip on my Ramones shirt and black flip flood before going back downstairs.

The boys were standing in their swim shorts with towels, sunburn, and various water toys. Are they eighteen or eight?

Luke whistled at me and I playfully smacked his head. "I'm only kidding, babe," he placed his lips on mine.

"Enough PDA! I just want to have a nice day at the beach with my home slices, not my home slices and annoying couple shit heads," Calum says and I burst out laughing.

Michael takes his time applying the sunscreen, while Ashton and Calum are rushing.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" I ask Luke who is just standing around.

"I dunno. I'm just thinking," I shrug it off and watch the boys fool around in the water.

•

"C'mon, babe! Come in the water!" Luke called to me from the water. I stubbornly shook my head.

Luke marches out of the water and runs over to me. I jump out of my chair and run the opposite way, giggling. Luke smirks and chases me around the beach.

"You'll never catch me!" I shout as I run away from the giant yet gentle teddy bear.

"I wouldn't be saying that!" he yells. Within seconds he sweeps me off my feet. Literally.

He spins me in a circle and I giggle uncontrollably. I place my feet firmly on the sandy floor and lean in for a kiss.

We stand and have an intense make out session until he pulls away out of breath. He leans his forehead on mine and catches his breath.

"I caught you," he says and I smile.

"I guess you did,"

"Does this mean you'll go in the water?" he asks.

"Maybe," I reply cheekily.

I start to jog away but he catches my waist quickly. He lifts my shirt up a little too fast for me to comprehend. He throws my Ramones shirt to the side.

As Luke looks me up in down in my bikini, his face falls. And for a moment, I have no idea why. Then I realize.

He saw my scars.

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oh shiiieeeet

just a note tho, I'm not mocking self harm in any way nor do I think it's 'cool'. there are people in this world who self harm and often in fanfics people shine a light on it in a negative way. I'm trying to show that it does get better. yes this is a fiction piece of work, but there are people like tatum who have been through the similar situations.

a note to those who have been through something traumatic:
YOU ARE NOT ALONE. YOU ARE WORTH IT. STAY STRONG. ALWAYS REMEMBER: THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO CARE.