As we drove, both of us singing at the top of our lungs to every song on the radio, I felt infinite. Like nothing in the whole world mattered apart from the fact that my saviour was the most beautiful person I have ever possibly met. I am still very cautious towards Michael Clifford but i felt safe with him around, he said he would protect me and why would he lie?
"Have you ever met a boy called Luke Hemmings?" Michael piped up. My chest began to feel tight, Luke Hemmings? How the hell does Michael know Luke. My year 11 bully. I can't deal with coming face to face with Luke again. "erm yes I know Luke very well actually" I squeaked. "oh I do to, he's a right dickhead sometimes Hazel." "I know" the conversation trailed off and i began singing along to thinking out loud - Ed Sheeran. We pulled up outside an average sized house not long after the conversation fizzled out. There he was. There Luke was. My body began shaking the way it had when my mother ad entered the room with Michael the night before. I felt a gentle hand on my knee. "Hey, shh Hazel, everything will be okay, I promise." Micheal reassured me. I nodded my head with a lot of struggle. my body relaxed itself after around a minute. "c'mon you." I heard Michael giggling, I hadnt realised he was already out of the car waiting for me. I carefully stepped out of the car, before I even had chance to find my feet, I found myself enveloped in someones arms. Luke. "Luke, I-I thought you hated me?" I whispered, close to tears once again. "Hazel, I couldn't hate you, yes I admit I was a dick in high school but that was then and I never realised how horrible you're mother was until that last day when you showed up with bruises uncoverable by makeup and Hazel I cannot explain how sorry I am." Luke apologised.
Here they come. The waterfall of tears once again. "Im sorry Im such a wreck Luke, i can't help it." I sobbed into his chest. He didnt say anything, only hugged me tighter. I couln't belive hoe much Luke Hemmings, the monster I used to know, has changed so much. He finally let me go and smiled like an excited child when they get an ice cream (authors note, yes i know its odd ok? ok.). He looked pleased to see me, am I dreaming right now?, this can't be real life.
"Why don't we go inside?" Micheal piped up. Is this real? I'm so used to the emptiness of self loathing, how can someone be so excited to se me? me of all people really?
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its so bad, and im so sorry for not updating and being bad at writing idk what to do with it, suggest things to me please x
