5SOS Short Stories

(5) Fix The Broken |Lashton|

I sat on the bathroom floor, shards of glass were scattered around me.

I had dropped a bottle from the cabinet that was hung above the sink. It was on the top shelve and I had barely brushed it with my fingertips trying to grasp it but I'd knocked it sending it flying. It fall only a few inches away from my face. It hit the tiles with a hair raising shatter, pieces of glass shooting in every direction. The liquid was creeping further and further across the floor. The blueness of it consuming the white tiles.

I fell down on my knees, not trying to avoid the razor sharp broken glass I landed on. I looked at my palms through hazy eyes. The blood was seeping out through the small gaps between my skin and the crystal-like daggers. I didn't care about the pain. I just sat crying.

Some how the bottle falling managed to represent my day perfectly. Everything I touched seemed to break. I had managed to lock myself out of the house this morning, I crashed my car into a streetlight when parking and I had burnt the dinner I was making for Ashton. It was our anniversary and I had insisted that we stayed in instead of going out to his favourite restaurant. He really pleaded with me but I argued and had won. Unfortunately the night had ended disastrously and this was one on going battle neither of us had won. He'd stormed out of the house to go to the bar with his friends instead and I was left at home, alone.

I stayed where I was, bent over crying on the floor for a long long time. The mascara I had so carefully applied earlier was now running in black streams down my puffy face. I grabbed a white towel to wipe up the mess. Black streaks, red blotches and a blue stain soaked into it as I tried to clear up.

I still sobbed as I gathered the glass with the towel, trying to protect my hands now from further damage.

There was a knock on the door. It frightened me. I jumped, putting my hand out to steady myself. Right on top of the components of the broken bottle.

'Shit!' I cried out in pain. I looked at it, the blood began to pour out straight away. I used the grubby towel to stop any more escaping but it was pointless. The ruby red patch on the whiteness was deepening in colour and growing rapidly.

'Chloe?' I recognized the voice, I calmed down a little but I was still confused.

'Luke?' 

'Are you ok? Can you open the door?' I could hear concern in his voice.

'It's open.' It creaked open slowly, Luke poked his head around carefully but as soon as he saw me he pushed it open all the way, and rushed to my side.

'Jesus, what happened?' his arms were around my shaking shoulders before I could say anything.

The feel of his warm skin on mine made me cry harder. 

'It's been so long since Ashton put his arm around me like this!' I lifted my hand, still wrapping the the towel to conceal my face. Maybe that was the only thing I was crying about. Underneath everything else that I was crying about, they were just disgusining the true cause; my crumbling relationship with the boy I love.

'Jez, it's ok, it's ok,' his eyes scanned the dirtied floor, 'let's sit up here, on the edge of the bath ok?'

I nodded and let him lift me up so I was standing. I walked unsteadily towards the bath tub. I gripped the edges as soon as I could, unable to support myself any longer. 

'We've been fighting all the time,' I said in short bursts between uneven breaths. 'I don't even know when it started, it just crept up on us. We've become a little detached recently...' I cried harder thinking about it.

Luke's arm was around me again. I turned my head into his shoulder and buried it into the crook of his neck. He smelled like warmth and cleanliness. 

'It's ok,' he repeated over and over again as I broke down.

'Were you with Ash?' I asked, sniffling, after I had calmed down a little.

'Yeh, I was just with him there. He was pretty... sad?' he didn't know if that was the right word but he went with it. 'He was annoyed but he didn't say why. I thought it was weird you weren't together for you anniversary...'

'You knew it was our anniversary?' I was surprised.

'Yeh,' Luke laughed, his head was resting on mine. I could feel his movement as he chuckled. 

'How?' I laughed too.

'I just... remembered. I came to see if you were ok. I'm so glad I did.'

I stayed quiet for a long time; enjoying being held. I felt safe for the first time in a long time.

'Thank you,' I whispered. I began to play with the collar of Luke's flannel shirt.

'Your welcome,' his fingers were laced in my hair. His lips were on my hot forehead. Gentle and soft. I felt him leave a trail of kisses.

'Luke...' I looked up into his bright blue eyes. The sparkled like diamonds, crystal clear. 

Before I knew what I was doing I was leaning into his advances. His hands were cupping my face but then they moved to my waist, rubbing my back. They sailed over body, exploring. His lips were open against mine, it was passionate and heated. I dropped the towel I was still clutching. My hands were both on the collar of his shirt, pulling him in to me. I let go and slid them his toned chest and began to undo his buttons. 

I felt my dress being unzipped as the fabric became lose around my body. Luke's hands slipped inside the dress and our skin to skin contact set of fireworks inside us.

We kept going, neither of us wanting to stop the wrong we were committing. I knew I should feel guilty but I didn't.

His kiss gave me a new lease of life. His kiss was what was needed to fix the broken.

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Short but whatever. I like this one.