never see the truth 》luke hemmings

Chapter Eight

         The night Luke finished his song was the same night his mother decided to talk about his unhealthy habit of Olivia.

            She talked about how Olivia was always making Luke sneak out in the middle of the night, and yes, she did know about it. But she knew that it was just Olivia, until recently when Luke had come home with swollen lips and puffy-red eyes from a party he’d taken Olivia too as a date.

            “I’m just worried,” She said, sitting down on the dining room chairs while Luke sat on the counter, eating a plum, watching his mom silently.

            When he didn’t respond, she sighed, “Luke, you know I love you, and you know I love Olivia, but you and I both know you have always liked Olivia a little more than a friend,” she paused, crossing her legs, “You kissed her, didn’t you?”

            Luke glanced out the window, not meeting her eyes, but did a stiff nod as a response. His mother smiled, shrugging, “She didn’t respond the way you liked though?”

            “She told me she thought it was because we were drunk,” He states, shrugging, “She said she wants to go back to being friends.”

            “She’ll come around,” his mom replied getting up and patting Luke’s knee lightly. He looked her straight in the eyes as he asked, “How do you know that?”

            “Because I know you, and you will do something incredible to make her realize what she’s missing out on.”

            The song was finished around four in the morning, Luke’s hands slightly worn out from strumming a guitar for about six hours straight, which he hadn’t done in a long time, not since he’d learned how to play. The lyrics had finally come to him, and he completed the song with a bridge that made more sense then the rest of the crap he’d thought of the past month. He’d called Calum, who’d woken up grumpy and groggy, whispering harshly, “What the fuck is up that you needed to call me this early in the morning?”

            “I finished it,” Luke said breathless. The other side of the phone shifted as Calum probably sat up, rubbing his eyes like he usually did, and said, “What? You finished what?”

            “The song,” he replied softly. He was sitting against his window by the bed, looking out, kind of dizzy from the lack of sleep.

            “Really? Woah… Can you play it for me?” Calum asked, obviously now more awake. Calum usually was the one who wrote songs, even if they turned out crappy 9 out of 10 times, but he was the known songwriter between the two of them. He’d written a girl a song back when they were sophomores and the two of them had ended up having sex in the back of the janitor’s closet.

            “I… What if it’s not good?” Luke asked, starting to get worried. This was his first time writing a song, what if it ended up being complete crap?

            Calum laughed, “Mate, you and I both know it’ll be okay. C’mon, let me hear it.”

            Luke sighed, but began to strum the opening chords for the song, singing lightly, “You call me up, it’s like a broken record…”

            The entire time, Calum was silent. He didn’t say a word, which was unusual for him, and just patiently waited for Luke to finished with, “When you gonna realize, that I’m your cure… Heartbreak girl.”