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Chapter Twenty-Eight

I woke up really late the next day and just sat in bed that day with Luke. We didn't do much: watched TV, slept, and talked. He went downstairs only a few times just to get us both food, but we spent the majority of that day together.

That night, however, the boys had other plans. I woke up to them talking to Luke; it wasn't even morning yet. I could still feel Luke's arms wrapped around me, and I could feel his chest vibrate when he talked.

"Guys, we're not doing this again." he huffed.

"There's definitely something there and you know it." Michael insisted.

"I think even she's warming up to the idea." Calum added.

"What idea?" I asked before sitting up, stretching and yawning.

"It's nothing," Luke promised soothingly. After I had stretched, I looked at Luke and saw him glaring at the three boys standing at the foot of our bed. "Just go back to sleep."

"I'm telling you, she's getting stronger." Ashton said with a persuasive tone to his voice.

"Guys, it's like, 1am," Luke sighed, running a hand through his already messed up blond hair. "Just give it a rest, alright?"

The three boys sighed and groaned, shuffling out of the room. After the door clicked closed, I looked over at Luke. "What are they doing up anyway?"

"They hardly ever sleep." he grunted as he got comfortable again, pulling me to his chest.

When I woke up next, it was pain that shot through my head. I began squirming around as this intense throbbing went through my head; I didn't want to make any noise and wake up Luke. I was biting down on my lip as tiny groans of pain escaped my lips.

"Jemma?" Luke jolted up, feeling my squirming turn into thrashing. "Jemma, what's wrong?"

"Fuck!" I gasped, clamping my hands onto my head as I rolled myself into a ball as I laid on my side.

"Jemma!" Luke kept calling my name, trying to get me to tell him what was wrong, but it was getting to the point where I couldn't even form words; it was just screaming.

It was the worst feeling I'd ever felt. It was like my brain was melting and would leak through my ears. I actually thought my head was going to explode. I thought I was going to die. The pain going through my head was sharp and hot like my brain had been shot so many times that it was just cottage cheese in my head. And I didn't know why this was happening or how to stop it.

L U K E

She was full-on screaming. Blood curdling shrieks were coming from her mouth as Michael, Calum, and Ashton burst into the room. Ashton immediately climbed onto the bed and picked her up, stepping off easily and putting her on the couch instead. We gathered around her, not knowing what to do.

"Do you believe us now?" he asked. Surprisingly, there was no smug smile to go with it.

"Did she just, like, randomly start screaming?" Calum wondered as he looked her over.

"She was kicking around and I thought it was just her dreaming, but then she started whining and thrashing," I explained, panicked. "And then she was just swearing and gasping and now she's screaming and I don't know what's wrong with her!"

"Do we take her to the hospital?" Calum wondered.

"No." Ashton and Michael both barked.

"What if she's dying?" I yelled.

"Do you want her to get taken away again?" Ashton quizzed, so I shut up.

"So what do we-" Michael began, but was cut off from the sudden silence. All eyes locked on Jemma.

She stirred before sitting up, her face still red from screaming. Her eyes were a flurescent blue as she looked between Ashton, Calum, Michael, and I. She looked calm, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

"What the fuck?" Michael breathed.

She glanced at Michael as he spoke before she trained her new eyes on Ashton. "I know you were." was all she said before her eyes closed and she fell limp, her body slumping forward.

Ashton caught her before she hit the ground, looking over at me. "I was right."