❝ baby, I don't understand this.
you're changing, I can't stand it.
my heart can't take this damage.
and the way I feel, can't stand it. ❞
or
the one where Luke goes through hell with his boyfriend and Calum makes it bearable.
||CURRENTLY HAVING...
This chapter is dedicated to iCheeseYou because i love her books and her writing and she dedicated one of her chapter of Phobias to me. Go read it!!
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Thursday
Luke grimaced when a guy at the bar suddenly stood up, running and wobbling his way to the bathroom. From the amount of drinks Luke served him reluctantly and the fact that his face was greener than rich people grass, he was guessing he went to empty his stomach. He hoped he didn't miss the toilet.
The blond continued serving the drinks, the bar being fuller then it should be on a Thursday afternoon. He looked around for Bailey but the girl had disappeared. Luke was frantically pouring and mixing drinks, not wanting to make any customers angry. He continued looking for Bailey, his anxiety beginning to make him panic.
Luke saw the girl stumble out of the male bathroom, a goofy smile on her face. He rose an eyebrow, trying not to be irritated that she left Luke alone on a busy night to go fuck a stranger. He sighed and took a moment to breathe, rubbing his head so the headache he could feel coming on would hopefully stop. When he pulled his arm back, he grimaced at the bruises. He always forgets how bad they were.
Luke flinched a bit when a man yelled at him, asking about the beer he ordered. The blond apologized, going to grab a pint. He hastily began making more drinks, forcing his hands to not shake while he poured.
Luke had decided to stay later than his shift, knowing Jeremy wouldn't pick him up to at least six, anyway. He was thinking that it wasn't the best idea anymore. He glanced at the clock; 6:12pm.
As he got lost in thought again, he began wondering about Bailey. He saw her come our of the bathroom about five minutes before. Luke looked around the bar, seeing her talking to a different guy. He furrowed his eyebrow, his hand clenching around the glass he was holding in frustration. Bailey had never acted like this before. At least not at work. What was she doing?
He watched the man grab her arm, whisking her away towards the bathrooms. All the yells from customers turned to white noise as his hand tightened even more around the martini glass. "Bud, you alright?" A stranger asked him, just as the glass collapsed under the pressure and shattered in Luke's hand.
"MOTHER FUCKER!" Luke shook his hand, a muffled cry of pain coming from his lips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" He made his way toward the back where the kitchen is, going to the sink.
A petite girl who worked in the kitchen was shocked when the blond appeared from no where. Blood was streaming down the small cuts in his hand and fingers and he looked close to tears. "Oh, dear. Let me help." Luke hadn't ever talked to her before, but he had seen her around recently. She was probably hired not too long ago.
She came back with a pair of black tweezers and gently lifted up Luke's hand. He hissed when she pulled the biggest piece out of the middle of his palm, carefully. "Thought I'd get the hard one out of his way." She smiled uneasily.
