I Tried: A 5 Seconds Of Summer Fanfiction

Lets Talk

We walk down the stairs into the living room, where we find 3 other boys and my mom and dad. Everybody is looking at me with a sympathetic look. What's happening?

"Hi honey! I missed you so much!" My dad says as he comes up and hugs me. He was traveling with my brother, and the rest of the guys, while they are touring and recording their album. So it's only been my mom and me for awhile. "Hey daddy, I missed you too."

"Ok. Well your mom and I are going to go catch up. So we will be home later tonight." My dad says as him and my mom walk towards the front door.

My dad says something to Luke before he leaves, and Luke says something to him that I can't really understand.

It's really quite for a couple minutes until Michael says, "Hey let's order some pizza!" Everyone agrees. "Lola, what kind of pizza do you want?" Michael asks me. "Um, I'm not hungry." I say as I take a seat on the couch. They all take a seat near me. "Lola, we need to have a talk with you." Luke says all serious.

"Speak." I tell him. "Well mom was talking with all of us, and she said that you've been acting strange ever since we left for the tour and stuff."

"How so?" I ask. "She says you've been wearing long sleeve shirts a lot lately, and if you are not wearing long sleeve shirts you're wear a lot of bracelets. She also said you haven't been eating that much too."

"This is a bunch of BULLSHIT!" I yell as I get up and start running towards the door. Someone grabs me and I elbow them in the rib cage as hard as I could and make my escape.

I don't know where I'm running but I just keep on going until I can't run anymore. My feet bring me to a little quaint park, and I sit under a tree and cry. I pull a blade out of my pocket and start cutting, deeper and deeper.

I hear footsteps in the cold darkness as I watch my self bleed. "Lola! Lola! LOLA!" Oh shit. I use my old bandages to cover my cuts up, and put on my Neck Deep sweatshirt as fast as I can.

"Lola! There you are we were looking everywhere for you!" The brown eyed boy Calum says as he lifts me up and starts walking towards the house.

"You know I can walk. I have my own two feet!" I say as I struggle to get out of his strong grip. "Let me go!" I scream. "No." He say as simple as that.

"You're mean! You know that?" I say as I drift to sleep in Calum's arms.