A Different Summer (A 5SOS, Luke Hemmings Fan fiction)

Chapter 48:)

"You're the reason for the tear drops on my guitar, The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star."

-Teardrops on my guitar Taylor Swift.

LUKE POV

Calum looked at me expectantly, his dark brown eyes boring into mine. The problem was, what do you define Bailey and I's relationship. It's been three or so months now and we've not properly spoken since the incidence with her and Flynn. The whole situation still remained fuzzy and unclear to me.

"It's complicated." I replied slowly. I saw a scowl roll onto Calum's face once he heard my reply. He rolled his eyes and walked away, obviously pissed. Well, it was the truth and the truth hurt sometimes.

"Too complicated for a little fun?" Connie whispered moving closer. She then attached her lips to mine, surprising me suddenly. The last kiss I'd had was over 4 months ago with Bailey. The feeling was no where near the same, yet the action gave me memories that I'd rather escape. They hurt, god I missed her so much.

Suddenly, realising what was happening I jerked away, pushing the girl away. 

I felt my nose scrunch up in disgust. That was the worst, flirting and physically sickening thing I'd ever experienced.

"You're sick." I spat disgusted, pushing past her and towards my bedroom. I was so done. I just needed to be alone. 

Sleep never came, I threw off the dona which made me to cold, slept on my back, front side, stomach, but nothing seemed to work. I knew what was keeping me awake: Guilt.

It was about 1am and I still hadn't managed to fall asleep, when my phone lit up with the tweet. The phone screen illuminating the white walls of my bedroom.

I squinted into the light, reading the notification when a rolling sensation of sickness consumed me. 

@5SOSgroupies

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." @Luke_5SOS

"Oh F*!#." I swore loudly, throwing my phone across the room. It hit the cupboard door with a thud and landed on the carpeted floor. 

END POV

BAILEY POV

"Are you trying to tell me Luke was with a GROUPIE!!!" I yelled disgusted into the phone. I was at home, sitting in my room with a bag of popcorn open beside me. It was Saturday afternoon and I was so bored. 

"Have you not seen the picture?" Mikaela questioned, her voice full of innocent surprise. I sat, lying on my bed, the phone pressed to my ear, a frown etched onto my face. 

"No....." I trailed off as I reached for my Ipad that was lying at the end of my bed. I flipped the bright green cover open, tapped in my password and, with shaky fingers, clicked on my twitter app. 

"You got it yet?" Mikaela asked as the page continued to load.

"Almost.." I groaned in exasperation, my internet connection was always so, so, so, very slow. 

"Yup I got it." I said as I scrolled through Luke's page, then onto his mentions. 

"Wow." I sighed as my eyes trailed up and down the image. No matter how hard, or in what direction I tilted my Ipad the picture and little pixels didn't change. Luke was standing, in a dark room with a short, white blonde girl pressed up against him. She had both her arms on his biceps and was leaning in way too close for comfort. Wait, scratch that, It was sickening. Luke was making out with a girl. A "Groupie" as Mikaela had called her. I felt a familiar prickling sensation forming behind my eyes, I refused to cry. I was stronger then that, yet the image caused a wave of insane jealousy to over take me. Seeing the image of the blonde girl locking lips with Luke made me feel beyond shit.