You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 10• Teenage Dream Part 2

Luke's POV

We sat there with our mouths hanging open, staring at the screen in disbelief.

"I-I'll... be in m-my room," Leyla whispered, her voice barely audible. "If anyone needs me." She stood up and walked away, and all of our eyes followed her up the stairs.

"Well, that was..." Xiana trailed off, having woken up to the video a few hours into it.

"Interesting?" Jovi finished, her voice a question.

We all nodded. "I'm just gonna, um, call Ashton," Xiana said, walking into the dining room.

The video... it ruined Leyla's sense of control. Not in a dramatic way, but in a quiet, devastating one. It was my fault. I saw it on the tape. I kissed her, I gave her that hickey, and it was clear from the way she responded that she enjoyed it. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is that she's sober and she knows. I pushed her against the wall, my hands were on her waist, and I initiated it. It was steamy, and we weren't even drunk. Just on laughing gas, but we looked completely out of it.

"Man, I'm screwed," I muttered, rubbing my face.

"Damn right you are," Michael said.

Jaja's head snapped toward him. "Don't say that!"

"What?" Michael scoffed. "Let's be honest here. He screwed up, and now Leyla is upset."

"Why do you have to be so blunt?" Jaja retorted.

"Because you can't keep your mouth shut," he shot back. They always bicker like an old couple, but without any of the affection.

"Why did you have to give her a hickey!?" Michael's face was flushed with anger, his eyes locked on me. He wasn't yelling, but his voice was a low growl.

Now he was mad? "It was an accident, okay? Isn't that enough?" I felt a surge of frustration. "Look, we all know Leyla can overreact to things that should just be forgotten—"

I saw the shocked faces of Faith and Jovi as Jaja and Michael continued to argue. I stood up, my own anger boiling over.

"Why are you so mad anyway?! You're nothing to her, and she's nothing to you!" I yelled, the words spilling out. "You two are just friends, nothing more, and it's going to stay that way!"

He lunged at me, his nostrils flaring. I took a wild swing, and my fist connected with his face. He stumbled back, a shocked look on his face. Before we could go at it again, Jovi was in between us, her hands on my shoulders. Xiana was with Michael, and Faith was standing between us, keeping us apart. Michael and Jaja were still going at it, and Xiana was yelling, too.

The voices all at once were suffocating. I was about to say something, but Leyla beat me to it.

"SHUT UP! COULD ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?!" she screamed from her room. "JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND BE QUIET, OKAY?!"

The entire house fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.

"Go talk to her after dinner," Jovi whispered to me. "But first, let's get you boys cleaned up. Your noses are bleeding."

We followed her into the kitchen. The girls started a long conversation about a new shoe brand, and we boys just ate in silence. The food was good, but nothing could top Leyla's cooking. She told me her mother taught her how to cook when she was eight.

After dinner, the others cleaned up and went to the living room. I followed Jovi's advice and headed for the stairs. Midway up, a hand grabbed my forearm. It was Xiana.

"Wait!" she said, handing me a tray. "Give this to her. She hasn't eaten, and I'm worried she'll starve and then stab me. Tell her to eat, especially the Oreos."

"You're a great sister," I said dryly. She playfully swatted my chest.

"Shush and get in there."

"That's what she said," I mumbled under my breath. I heard her gasp, and she playfully patted my head. I chuckled but stopped when I was in front of Leyla's door.

I knocked in a familiar rhythm. "Leyla... it's me."

"Go away," she said, her voice muffled. I could feel her rolling her eyes.

I sighed. "Do you wanna build a Lego house?" I sang softly. A small laugh escaped her room. "Come on, let's go and play. I never see you anymore. Come out the door, it's like you've gone away."

"I'm only right here, idiot," she muttered.

I continued. "We used to be best buddies, but now we're not. I wish you would tell me why."

"You know why," she replied. She was stubborn. I decided to change my approach. I knocked again, this time normally.

"Leyla?" I said softly. "Please. I know you're in there, and people have been worried. Just let me in. We only have each other. Just you and me. What are we gonna do?"

The lock clicked, and the door slowly opened. Her hair fell perfectly, as if she hadn't just been a mess.

"Come in," she said, backing up.

I entered her room. It was simple, decorated in black and white with a few splashes of brown. It was peaceful. I held out the tray. "Here's your dinner... and some Oreos."

Her eyes widened, and her expression changed instantly. "Oreos!" she cheered, doing a little victory dance. The mood shifted. She was still upset, but the simple joy of Oreos was a crack in her armor. It was the little things that mattered to her. I knew I couldn't fix what happened, but I could start by making sure she ate.

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There'll still be a continuation for this, so the songs for this chapter is still them.

I'm really sorry penguins! O hate it when you get shitty chapters (insert sad puppy emoji)

But I hope you understand that my schedule is really hectic :/

'Till next tune!

-Nina.