the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 32

Hiiii guys, I haven't updated in a while, so here ya go ! And by the way, this story is ending soon, so I'll try to make the chapters a bit longer. Or, this might be the last chapter.

~Julesy (: x

[Luke's P.O.V.]

They're gone.

They've disappeared.

Haven't seen them in nearly a month.

I guess the band has broken up.

It's over for us.

5 Seconds of Summer is no longer on the road to fame.

The 4 lads who were once buddies are now enemies.

We've deactivated our Twitters. Well, except for Calum, who talks to the ex- 5sosfam every once in a while.

Speaking of Calum, I've talked to him recently. He didn't say much except that he was disappointed in me, and wanted me to "get help." Whatever the fuck that meant.

I sigh, staring blankly at the wall, trying to shake the terrible thoughts out of my head. I just don't understand, anymore. The boys and I used to be such good friends! But now.... we don't even talk to each other. Well, Calum, Michael, and Ashton don't talk to me. I've seen the three of them out and about recently. They didn't even look at me.

I am a screw-up.

I am crazy.

I've never deserved Michael.

Ugh....

No one thinks I'm the sweet, innocent boy who could never hurt anyone.

They all see me as this crazy, deluded 17 year old.

Fuck.

"This isn't fair!" I shout, tugging on my hair.

I slap a bottle of beer until the floor, watching it explode into hundreds of tiny pieces.

"Fuckin' hell..." I mutter, grabbing the broom near the coffee table. I brush the shards into the dustpan and dump them into the trashcan.

To replace the bottle that I just unintentionally knocked over, I grab a fresh one from the fridge and pop the cap open. I quickly finish the bottle and curse loudly when I realize that there is no beer left in the refrigerator or stashed somewhere in the house.

"No!" I yell, leaning against the counter. Why can't the only liquor store in town stay open past midnight? Why?!?

I shake my head in disappointment and stumble off to my bedroom, knocking off a few pictures on the wall.

Well, my night has been ruined. I climb into bed and pull the covers over my face and fall asleep.

****

I struggle to open my eyes as the light seeps through the blinds.

"Go away you fucking sun!" I groan and sit up, rubbing my head. I just want to stay in my soft, fluffy, comfortable bed forever.

Fuck.

I observe my bedroom and notice tons of empty beer bottles scatter throughout the area. Some broken, others not.

"Oh." I say. That must be why I have the worst headache in the world. Well, I'm used to it.

I haul myself out of bed and change into a fresh outfit, walking into the bathroom to style my hair.

After styling my hair, I decide to head down to a small cafe downtown.

I jog down the stairs and grab my keys, swinging them on my index finger as I approach the car.