those boys - luke hemmings fanfiction

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After giving Luke a confused look I grab my phone from next to me and open Twitter.

I haven't been on the app for so long that I hardly recognise it, but quickly figure out how it works. Not really sure what I am looking for, I search my name, just Lily Brooke.

My screen is filled with tweet from an account under my name, well it's called @LillyBrooke whereas my username is @lilybrookexo

The icon for the account's icon and header is a picture of me staring at the ground on a wall at school and it dosen't take a genius to figure out it is the picture that was taken my Amelia's friends a couple of weeks back.

The account is filled with tweets such as 'you don't get as slutty as me lolol xxxxxx' or 'why am i such a bitch? xx' , or '@5SOS when do you get home I am horny lol xxxx', in fact there are about 400 tweets.

The tweets are so stupid and immature that I am not particually offened by any of it, but what shocks be is the response to the account. It has 800 followers and each tweet has about 20 retweets and 80 favourites, with people commenting worse things under each one, or even just laughing at it. All these people I barely recognise, but recall passing in the corridor, or in my classes.

It is clear that the owner of the account is Amelia, for example one of the tweets say '@ameliagirlxox i wish i was more like you'. The people following the account can clearly see it's not my real Twitter, but they don't care.

I am a joke to all of them and I had no idea.

I am scrolling down and down the tweets, when I hear Luke's voice.

"Lils,"

I look up and see all four of them crowded into the webcam. They are staring at me intently, there eyes full of heartbreak.

"Please stop crying Lils," Michael whispers, and I glance in the mirror to indeed see tears streaming down my face.

"I-I have to go" I mutter, quickly wiping my tears with the back of my hand. I lift my hand and start to close the laptop lid when all the boys start shouting.

"Don't you fucking dare shut that lid Lillian!" I hear Ashton shout. I close my eyes sighing, and remove my hand from the laptop.

"You listen here Lily Brooke," Michael speaks up, "That account and all the people involved in it are complete bullshit. They are little shits with no life and so they spend their time fucking up other people's. The fact that they do it on social media proves they are complete cowards. You are a million times the person they will ever be." He rants, not taking his eyes off me.

"Tomorrow you will walk into school with your head fucking high to show them shits that you don't give a flying fuck," Ashton says, his voice full of pain.

"Fucking hell what I would do to slap that bitch Amelia again," Calum sighs.

"Lils put the phone down," Luke's soft voice instructs, and obediantly I place it back on my bed, before looking back up at him.

His piercing blue eyes are staring straight into me, full of concern and worry. His hair is a mess, sticking up in all directions as it is the middle of the night where they are.

"Lily look, there is something wrong with these people and I have no idea what. But please don't let any of this get to you. Don't spend nights on end checking the account, don't loose you're appetite again or anything like that. They are just jealous because you are so beautiful Lils you really are. You have done nothing wrong and don't deserve this Lily, but you will alway have us to talk to, please don't let them get under your skin," Luke's voice captures me and the words he say stick in my head.

"I love you guys," I smile, wiping the last tears off my face.

"We love you Lils!" They shout, before leaning in and hugging the webcam. I laugh, before imitating their actions and tightly wrapping my arms around my laptop.

The next day I walk into school with my head held high like the boys said. In fact, now I know why everyone is laughing at me it gives me some confidence, I can look at them with disgust.

I spend a lot of the day on my phone, as on us five's group chat they boys keep sending texts to make me laugh. Like:

L- look how horrible Amelia's hair looks today

A- ikr luke i can basically smell her from here

My phone won't stop going off because of them.

People who probably would have smiled at me a year ago are laughing or sniggering, but I just ignore it. It astounds me how people can lose all their morals purely because of high school.

The boy words echo through my head throughout the day, and if anything it gives me a reason to actually keep going.

After school I decide to keep myself busy by going for a run- and trust me this is not normal for me. It manages to clear my mind though, and makes me feel a lot better.

I make lots of post its around my room to keep me being positive, just little notes that will make me smile. I also plaster my walls with pictures of me and the boys, or just memories I want to remember.

When I get into bed, I can hardly remember who Amelia is.

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sorry this chapter is super short

amnesia video though :'(

ily x