Only You || Luke Hemmings

1. Danielle

So, today is just another day.

Another day of hell.

But what can I do? Answer; nothing. I just keep my head down and act like everything is fine, as usual. At least then people don't ask questions and feel sorry for me. It's easier and better for everyone that way.

I hate people worrying about me; I can handle myself, most of the time. But I have to admit, sometimes it would be nice to have some proper company which isn't in the form of two children under the age of 5 and a middle aged drunk woman.

Yes, that's right, my mum is an alcholic. I'm embarrassed to even call her my mother; she's not even close to being worthy of the title. I can't remember the last time she was there for me or my little brother and sister, 4 year old twins Alfie and Felicity. They mean the absolute world to me, while my mum means nothing.

I look after my brother and my sister by myself, whilst juggling a job and school work. It's obviously not easy and I get unbelievably stressed sometimes, but someone has to care for them, bring money in and get good grades. Mum certainly won't.

What can I say? Life sucks.

"Come on lazy bones, get your coat on," I say to Fliss as cheerfully as possible. I've realised over the years that it's always best to act positive around the twins. Even if I'm feeling like the equivelant of dog shit on the pavement, I always force a smile in front of them. I try so hard to shield them from the reality of our messed up family life, even if it is pretty impossible sometimes. I couldn't live with myself if they grew up as hopeless, lonely and depressed as me.

"But shall I wear my pink one with ponies on or my blue one with the umbrellas?" She questions, tilting her head to the side adorably.

"Well, it is horrbible and rainy today. Look!" I reply lifting her up to the large window in the front lounge. "I'd wear the blue one."

"Okay," she chirps, smiling widely. I place her down on the ground and she skips off to get her shoes on.

"Alfie, are you ready?" I shout from the hallway into the kitchen.

"Yeah!" He mumbles back, obviousy with a mouth full of cereal. He then runs into the hallway, grabs his bag and begins to tie his shoes too.

I'm taking them to school today, as mum didn't come home last night; surprise surprise. She's only ever home about 2 days a week, sometimes 3 if we're unlucky. I don't know where she goes, but I honeslty don't care; I prefer it without her. I honestly can't remember the last time she did anything involving any form of responsibility. I've just fitted taking them in with my morning routine now. We leave the house to walk to their school at 8:15 am and by 8:40 am I'm at my school, ready for my first class at 8:45 am. It's a push, and the kids have to go to this morning before school club thing, but it's the best I can do.

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"Danielle?" Danielle Adamson?" I hear my maths teacher speak from the other side of the door which my hand is now pushing open swiftly.

"Sorry I'm late, sir," I apologize, taking a seat at my desk at the back of the classroom. Being late for class is a frequent occurance for me, due to obvious reasons.

"You need to sort this out. This is the second time you've been late to my class this week," he says, causing people from around the room to stare at me annoyingly.

"I know, sorry," I apologize again, ignoring everyones piercing glares and laying my books out on the table.

"I expect more from you."

Seriously? I think. You expect more from me?

I feel anger bubble up furiously inside of my stomach as the words leave his mouth, but I try not to show it in an attempt to not draw any more attention to myself. I truly hate this man.

Eventually, everyone drops their stares from me and Mr Fletcher continues the lesson. However, one set of eyes don't leave quite as quickly as the others.

Luke Hemmings.

He's my next door neighbour; nice guy, but not really my type. He's popular, confident and undeniably hot, and I'm completely the opposite.

I don't like his friends either. All of the girls he hangs around with are sluts and bitches and the boys are just as bad; Calum, Michael and Ashton. They've laughed and talked about me behind my back since I can remember. I don't let it get to me though, as the last thing I have on my mind is dumb, arrogant boys who think that putting people down makes them look cooler. They're kind of pathetic to be honest.

Lukes not like that though. He is different, I guess. When they shout stuff at me and laugh at me as I walk down the hallway, he never joins in. He just kind of looks at me sympathetically or mouths a small "sorry". In all honesty, I find it creepy as hell, but it is sweet I guess.

I see him pretty much everyday either in class or walking home from school and we do sometimes speak a little, but it's normally just small talk. We usually exchange weak smiles when we see each other in the hallways, he sometimes asks me how I am and very occasionally defends me when people are being mean, but we're not exactly friends; meerly aquaintances. To be honest, he is a pretty decent guy, he just won't risk his popularity by socializing with a loser like me. Typical, but understandable. I wouldn't give someone like me a second look if I was a popular as him. I don't care, though. I don't really need anyone, especially some tall skinny jean wearing blonde dude who has a bad taste in girls and walking assholes as mates.

"You okay?" I hear someone whisper to me from a few desks away.

I whip my head around fast to see who said it, and my boring brown eyes meet a pair of dazzling blue ones. Lukes, to be exact. He must have understood why Mr Fletchers last words hit me so hard. Once I gather my thoughts, I nod in response and smile weekly.

He just nods back, returns the small smile I gave him and turns his head back towards the board at the front. Whatever.

I just can't figure him out. He's smart, attractive and has got all the friends in the world, yet he still bothers to check up on when we're not even friends. He could just ignore me and pretend he doesn't know me like everyone else does, but he strangely acts like he cares about how I'm feeling.

I only have one possible theory to explain it, but I view it as massive problem. The reason I think he always feels sorry for me and looks worried is because I'm almost 100% sure he knows. He's never spoken to me about it or confronted me, but how can he not? He's my next door neighbour.

Whenever mum comes home late and drunk, shouting and swearing at me, I've seen him threw the window, watching everything. But when I meet his stare he shuts the curtains and runs off like he was never there in the first place. Like I said, he's a bit of a creep. But I just get so worried. Because of his popularity, one slip of his tongue and the whole school could know about my issues. You're probably thinking that it's stupid that I don't want people to know because then someone could "help" me. But no one can possibly help me. All that would happen is my brother and sister would be taken away by social services and either the same would happen to me, or I'd be left alone. In my eyes, "help" would be completely removing my mother from my life and letting me carry on as I am now. In there eyes, "help" would involve taking away the two most important people in my life, my sole reason for battling through each day.

I literally live every moment in fear of Luke telling someone. I'm pretty sure he never would, as he's lived next to me for years now and nothing has happened. But I don't know him, really.

I can't trust him.

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A/N

hey so this is my second fanfic and I'm vvvv excited about it omg I hope you are too??

the pov's will usually alternate each chapter bc I thought it'd be fun to write it from both of their perspectives but if you get confused just look at the chapter title and it will tell you who's pov it is in

I really hope you enjoy this and I will try and update as often as possible

gif on the side is of the one and only lucas hemmings looking tough lol

please vote/comment/share bc it would mean a lot :-)

-lizzy x