How I hate him - ft. Luke Hemmings and 5sos

Epilogue

A year later

"Hello everyone, my name is Jessy and I want to help you... no that's so lame." 
I stood in front of the door, practising how I would introduce myself. The massive building in front of me suddenly seemed like it would eat me in a second and I had now stood in front of the door for almost ten minutes. I still had no idea what I should say. Today was the first day of my internship at Sunray Mental Hospital. 

Choosing a college study for me had been easy, and when I had to get an internship I immediately knew what I wanted. An internship at a mental ward as a Psychology student. To know what Luke had to deal with every day. To know what Louis had dealt with for almost a year. 

A lot had changed in a year months. Not only did Louis finally get out of treatment, he also got into the same class at me. Sam had decided on a college in the United States and I hadn't heard from him ever since. And I? I had changed a lot too. Not only did I move into my dorm in Adelaide, my appearance had changed too. My hair was no longer long and brown, but short and green with a shade of blue. I had aged four years, at least it felt like that. Luke had been sent to treatment three months ago, and I hadn't seen him nor spoken to him ever since. I wasn't allowed to, Liz told me. After his second suicide attempt a year ago his parents decided that it was better to force him into treatment. And I, I had found him in his bed with his wrists cut open. I will never forget the horrible sight. It's hard to see that even his girlfriend couldn't fix him. In the months that we had been dating I really thought that he was doing better. Never had I once thought about the wristbands he had been wearing, never had I noticed the pain he was in. And I still felt guilty about that. How couldn't I have noticed?

When Luke was sent away a town away from Sydney he broke up with me. He didn't want to hurt me, he had said. He didn't want to see his problems and he didn't want to bother me. The thing he didn't know was that after his suicide attempt I became more and more interested in mental problems. The two of us hadn't really discussed our future after he tried to kill himself, and therefore I hadn't told him about studying Psychology. I wanted to help people like Luke. I wanted to understand him. Maybe I never would, but at least I tried. 

The time for thinking was over. I opened the heavy door and stepped inside after taking a deep breath. A lady smiled at me and stepped forward. "You must be Jessy. My name is Lauren and I will be your spokesperson for the next months." I forced myself to smile at her, but I was so nervous that I felt like fainting. "Nice to meet you Lauren," I said, "I'm Jessy. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too. Follow me."  I did what she asked me and we arrived at a small office down the hallway. Lauren stepped inside and gestured for me to sit down, which I gratefully did. I had been here before, but I had never really seen anything of the building until now. Lauren sat down in front of me and asked, "So, tell me, why did you want to have an internship here?" "Well," I sighed since it was a hard topic for me to talk about, "My ex-boyfriend is in treatment for severe depression and being bipolar, and I want to help people like him." 

Lauren nodded. "That's very brave of you, since it must be really hard. I now see that my collegue wrote that down, but sometimes people lie to get in here. I'm glad you're telling the truth. May I ask you what his name is?" "Luke Hemmings. But it's not like he's in here, though. He's back somewhere near Sydney." I said and Lauren immediately froze a little. "Oh, okay, well... follow me over to the living room." I did, wondering why she froze when she heard his name. It wasn't like she knew him, right? That wasn't possible.
I focussed on Lauren, trying not to lose sight of her in the big building. But I ended up being focussed too much, because I ran into someone. "Oops I'm so sorry." I said, not noticing it was him I ran into. I walked further but he grabbed my arm. "Jessy? Is it you?" "Luke?" I asked in upper surprise. "What are you doing here?" "I..." he said while running his fingers through his blonde hair, "I was transmitted two weeks ago. And what are you doing here?" 

Lauren came walking back and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the two of us standing together. "Well," she said, "I guess I should leave the two of you alone for a moment, is that okay? But, Luke, don't lock your door." 
Luke and I nodded at the same time, and when Lauren was out of sight he grabbed my arm, pulling me upstairs. He opened the door to his room and sat me down on a chair. He shut the door and sat down on his bed. That was the time I could take a good look at him. He had changed too, but not in a good way like me. His hair had gotten longer, and he wasn't as muscular as he was before. In fact he had gotten extremely skinny and his eyes didn't shine as much as they did before. They were kind of troubled and he seemed very, very tired. 

"So..." "So..." I responded and he tried to smile at me. "Okay, you've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you. But why are you here?" He asked and I sighed. "Well, you didn't know, but I started studying Psychology and I have an internship here, but I really didn't know that you were here so it's not like I'm stalking you if you thought that, and maybe you did but I'm not I swear-" "Jessy, calm down. I didn't think that and you couldn't have known that I was in here. Now let me talk, okay?" "Yes." I said and I looked at him. "Okay, so I was brought in here two weeks ago because they couldn't handle me back there. I had dreams every night and nobody could help me with that in Sydney. I woke up every morning bathing in sweat and crying. The dreams were about you. I missed you so much that I didn't want to live without you anymore." 
I saw tears in his eyes, and my own cheeks were already wet from crying too. "So... that's what I wanted to tell you. I had to break up with you because I thought that it would be better for me, but I guess it wasn't. Not talking to you, not being able to hold you, that is so hard I can't even say this without crying. I missed you." 
"I missed you too Luke." I said, and that was the moment he wrapped his scarred arms around me. We just stood there, crying, without wanting to let go. 

After this precious moment that seemed to last for ages, someone knocked on the door. "Luke, can I come in? Are you okay?" Luke opened the door, and I saw Lauren standing in the doorway. "To answer the question, I'm more okay than I have been in the past three months. Actually I'm doing perfect." He smiled. 

And that was the moment he kissed me.

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(A/N)
So that was the ending of How I Hate Him. I enjoyed writing every single word of this story, and I want to say thank you for reading and voting! 

By the way my thoughts of writing a sequel/prequel are gone, but I was thinking about doing another chapter (A kind of epilogue part 2). What would you think about that?

 ♥ lots of love, Eva :)