Him . Luke Hemmings

Chapter Twelve

Isla's POV

"I love mojitos," I said giggling away as I took another sip. I was on my third as Crystal and I were in matching cute pyjamas. 

"Me too, here pose for my Instagram," I sipped away tipping my head to the side as she filmed a boomerang. She giggled at me and asked for my Instagram, I gave it her and sighed leaning on her as Love Rosie played on Netflix.

"I haven't been on Instagram since I've been with Luke, Bella shared my Instagram on her fan account so I logged out because I was getting spammed," I said passing her my phone, her fingerprint was already on my phone so she got to log in. She clicked on my Instagram and began to click a few buttons. "What are you doing?"

"Turning off your post notifications so you don't get spammed, sip away," She said opening the camera and kneeling down on the ground in front of me. She clicked away with the flash on as I giggled and carried on sipping away. She stopped pulled up a caption and shared it tagging herself and the other boys but not Luke. I bit my lip too drunk to care and locked my phone.

"I need to get on your level drunk," She said leaving to go to the kitchen and I heard a knock on the door.

"Could you get the door babe?" Crystal said and I hauled myself up off the couch to wander to the door. I opened it seeing a cute guy in front of me and pulled him inside.

"Isla what are you doing?" I heard and squinted to see that it was Luke. I instantly stepped back and crossed my arms at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"This is my hotel room not yours," He said shoving past me and knocking my shoulder with his roughly.

"Don't be so fucking rude Luke, not my fault you're so shit in bed that I fell asleep," I said sitting back down on the sofa and stuffing my face with popcorn.

"You're just a one night stand Isla don't go thinking you're anything special," He said stepping over my legs that rested on the coffee table to reach for something and I flipped him off. There was another knock on the door and I heaved myself up yet again seeing as nobody else was going to get it. Crystal stuck her head out of the kitchen with a jug of mojitos ready. She handed it me with a straw sticking out of it. I sucked away and made my way to the door seeing somebody I never thought I'd see again.

"Ethan," I said utterly shocked. I definitely sobered up. I went to take another sip but as he spoke I began to choke on my drink.

"Isla are you ok?" Luke said running behind me and hitting my back to stop me from coughing. I was thankful he helped but I did not care about him right now.

"Ethan what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," He said walking in and bringing me into a tight hug. I felt too encased in everything and I couldn't breathe. I pushed him away suddenly and fell to the ground luckily not spilling the mojitos. "Is everything ok babe? Come here I'll make you feel better," Ethan said and I felt really nauseous and gripped onto the wall. Luke crouched down beside me and held my hand.

"Are you having a panic attack?" He asked and I nodded quickly wrapping my hand around his tightly and squeezing it along with squeezing my eyes closed.

"5 things you can see," He said stroking my arm gently and I breathed in deeply before looking around and finding myself looking into his eyes.

"Your blue eyes, your curly hair, the mojitos, your lips and Ethan?" I said confused and feeling my palms grow sweatier and panicky again.

"4 things you can touch," 

"The carpet, the wall, your hair, your lips," I spoke my fingers following my words. My fingers gently tracing over his lips as I began to calm down. My breathing not so erratic.

 "3 things you can hear," 

"The TV, Crystal giggling, Ethan's phone," I said letting my head fall against the wall again.

"2 things you can smell,"

"Your cologne, the mojitos,"

"1 thing you can taste," I licked my lips and watched Luke's eyes follow.

"The mojitos," I sighed feeling much calmer now. I lent against Luke feeling a lot less overwhelmed and sighed wiping away the few tears left on my cheeks.

"Thank you so much," I said almost out of breath from the scene that had just unfolded.

"So can you talk now?" Ethan said crouching down and I winced. I really didn't want him here, not around me. Not now, not with Luke. 

"Tomorrow,"

"I want to talk to you now,"

"Can't you see how much anxiety you give her? Just leave her alone man," Luke said standing up and helping me up to be steady on my feet. 

"Give her a few more drinks and she'll be ready," He said with a sly grin on his face. I ran to the bathroom and began to vomit. He made me feel so sick that now I was literally vomiting. I heard Luke enter the bathroom to hold my hair back but I'd stopped.

"What can I do to help?" He said as I brushed my teeth and spat quickly earning a snicker from him but I elbowed him harshly.

"Just please get him to leave,"