Heartbreak and Love: A Luke Hemmings Story

15- Bothered

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You don't really need to read Luke's POV right now because it's quite boring and nothing happens. So skip to Ashton's POV below!!!
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That night I spent my time in the darkness if the night on the couch, on tumblr, scrolling.
Not big really interesting has been happening since I checked it last but some One Directions fans have been fangirling about their newest song.
I can't believe that people still loved them, it's been years since they got big, and ever since Harry Styles got married, (remember this is the future, guys, as Luke is older in this story) their fan base had dropped but there was still Directioners out there. I hoped that our fans were like that.
Jane hadn't posted anything on Tumblr since she posted the Bali Sunset picture. I still reposted old photos and blog posts that she had sent out. But nothing else.
I went on my twitter - which I haven't even been on for months now and I only got an Account because of the band and us reaching famous.
I had gained 500 thousand more followers, and people tagging me and tweeting me in their posts hoping that I'm okay and if I get better soon.
On the other hand:
Some other people were giving me hate saying that give up too easily and I'm punishing myself simply because I bad publicity. One person was bad mouthing me on everyone of my old tweets saying that I was a coward and deserved to die.
After about fifteen tweet that this person gave me, I tweeted them back, tagging them. I said,
'Any person that is cowardly here is you. I am not giving up. I am simply going through a hard time, everyone does once in their life.'
'Im not giving up, I'm not leaving the band. I love what I do, just I can still remember when I took someone's hand, and felt something.'
'And now I don't have them. I will be fine. I'm just broken right now.'
I then exited out of the app, and went back to tumblr. And went to Jane's blog page and retweeted one of her posts, and I typed a caption saying, 'I miss you, stranger.' And exited out of the app.
I feel asleep a few minutes after I locked my phone.

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Ashton's POV

I haven't spoken to Luke since I dropped him off home. I don't ask questions, nothing about Jane August or anything that happened. Calum and Michael didn't seem much interested about the subject, "so what he like someone?" Michael said to me as we were walking to the car after dropping of Luke at his house.
"She gets in trouble, Mike, she is trouble. You see how much pressure she puts on him." I say. She must be the reason Luke's been having these melt downs and mood swings.
"Perhaps she is, but you don't know the girl. None of us do." Calum butted in.
"Doesn't that worry you?" I ask.
"No? It's Luke's life, if he likes trouble then, hey. Good. At least she makes him happy."
"Have you seen him happy recently?"
Calum went silent. That was true. We never see him happy anymore. He always is panicking or said or in a rush to somewhere. Something bothered him. Something was always off about him. "No but..." Mike said, drifting off.
"But?"
"Perhaps there is a different reason why, Ash. I mean, we don't know her at all. So who are we to say anything?" Mike was right. I cannot really judge a person that I didn't know but the whole subject was odd.
How come Luke didn't tell us or even me about her? This made me feel suspicious because wouldn't he tell us, his best friends about a girl that he (I'm guessing) likes? Wouldn't he at least tell us about her, mention her?
But then, no. He keeps us from us like a secret. Like she was a criminal. Like she was trouble.
And all I could see her was just trouble.
She made all the band confused and separate, none of us was going to happen to 5 Seconds of Summer anymore.
Luke was hopeless right now and without him we couldn't have any good gigs. Because people come to see the whole band. Right now, I think of us four guys not knowing were to place our feet.
We need to do what we love to get back in the game. Fast. Without any troublesome girls in the way like this Jane August.

Jane's POV

Reminder: this is really cruel most of this and I'm sorry. Remember, Jane's brother is probably really crazy and I advise NOT to be like this. This is fiction and is here just to create drama. Please do not treat anyone like this. People are lovely people! Love everyone!

My brother let me out of the cell in the basement a day ago. He had hit me a few times because I tried to pull him Ito the small room and let him suffer and rot in there.
He had feed me as soon as I got out, and I had three litres of water (that I didn't even have permission to have but I don't care).
He hadn't given my phone back and the home phone was disconnected. The internet was shut down and when it was on, it had a pass code on it. I had no contact from the outside.
Most of the time my brother was home, but when he was gone, he'd lock and chain everything with paddocks in front of all the doors and windows before leaving.
I had no TV and my brother only let me read one book - the bible. I've never read it though. I didn't believe in that sort of stuff. Neither did my brother. My mum was a believer though.
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The next day - Morning

My brother decided to get some groceries from the store, and so he went out. He locked all the doors and the windows, and brung the keys with him.
I heard his car drive down the driveway. And suddenly I was alone. There was nothing to do. The house was bland, and claustrophobic. Stuffy. Horrible. I felt unsafe. I wasn't safe. I was never safe here. I was trapped.
A few minutes later of the utter quietness, there was a knock on the door. My heart sunk. Please not be my brother.

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