texting// luke hemmings

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my eyes slowly began to open. immediately i feel pain coming over my body, the source being my hands.
"ow, what the fuck."

when my eyes fully open, i see michael, ashton, and calum hovering over me.

"are you alright?" ashton asks me, quickly.

"i'm fine." i shrug.

i scan the room for luke, but he isn't there.

"where is he?" i ask bluntly.

"he's gone." michael sighs.

my eyes go wide and i lose my breath for a second. "i fucking killed him?"

all of the boys start laughing.

calum stares at me with laughter in his eyes.
"god no. i think you might've broken his nose, but other than that he's fine. he got pissed and stormed out the door."

"how long ago?" i asked, with determination now running through my veins, instead of anger.

"about 10 minutes ago. he probably hasn't gotten far."

i get up quickly and feel immediately dizzy as i do so. i stand there for a second to get my head to settle.

i grab my car keys from the floor and walk towards the door of their hotel room.

"where are you going?" michael asks.

"i have to find him."

"emily that's not a good-" before michael can finish i slam the door behind me and began to walk quickly down the hall to the elevator.

i have to find him. i have to apologize.

i finally get to the parking lot and into my car. i start the engine and pull out of the parking lot, my eyes searching for the blonde-haired, tall boy.

i drove past the coffee shop we used to go to every morning. i scan all of the tables sitting outside. he's not there.

rain drops began to heavily hit my windshield. it's pouring.

i turn into a random street, and see a tall figure in a black hoodie walking slowly underneath the rain.

i can tell it's him.

i pull my car over to the side of the road just a few feet away from him.

i get out and feel the rain drops hit my skin. i start walking towards him.

thoughts flood my brain. will he hate me? will he run? hit me? push me away? ignore me?

i don't know. my walk slowly turns into a jog. i'm caught up with him.

"luke."

his head snaps back to face me.

i see the bruises in his face and the dried blood from his nose.

"what." he hisses at me, emotionless.

"we need to talk." i tell him. his face has changed and is now slightly calmer.

"i have nothing to say to you."

"please. give me 5 minutes." i beg.

"5 minutes." he repeats, as if it's a warning.

"my car is over here,"

i turn around and begin to walk towards my car, his footsteps closely follow.

my heart is pounding. what do i even say? i just beat the shit out of him.

i reach my car and pull the driver's side door open and get in a few seconds later he does the same.