My very own fairytale (luke hemmings)

Chapter 19.

Luke's pov

I didn't said a word of all the way back home. We walked because I didn't want my mother to look for a ride. Gabriella was next to me, talking about how unwelcomed she felt all night long since nobody really spoke to her. I didn't really cared about her at the moment. I was trying not to turn around to go back to Sophie.

What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe we didn't speak for a couple of months, but I still had these feelings inside of me. They were always going to be there. I just ignored them for too long, and I messed up.

No l didn't. She did. She always had.

The anger raised again in me, and I walked faster. I heard Gabriella's heels going faster too, as she tried to keep up with me.

"Luke, babe!" She yelled.

"Gabriella, just leave me alone! You just kept crying about how the people didn't even asked you about your career. Don't you see that nobody care? They don't know you!" I harshly told her, my face at inches of hers. She blinked at me.

"YOU asked me to come with you because you were too scared to face this girl! Don't blame me for what went wrong in your life, ok? I wanted to be a distraction for you, but I guess it was a stupid idea!" She answered, her tone even harsher. I knew she was a bitch.

"Just leave!" I whispeared, annoyed.

"What do you think I was planning to do?" She said, with a rhetorical question.

Finally, we arrived at my home. Gabriella rushed to the guest room, where she didn't even spent one night. She came in my room, where I was looking at the ceiling, with her suitcases.

"You look pathetic, Luke." I sat up, seeing her in the doorframe. "All this story, of you and I was a mistake. You weren't ready for something serious. Nevermind, I hope that you will go find this girl and apologize for your miss behavior. You acted like a real asshole, in front of all your family. Anyway, you do whatever you want. Tell your mother that it was a pleasure to meet her. Bye, Luke."

I waited before I heard the front door close and stood up. I changed my dressed clothes for my training ones. I grabbed a bottle of Tequila from the alcohol shelf in my kitchen and I wore my running shoes and left the house. I started to run, in the empty streets. All the houses were lighten up, filled with laugh and loving people. I laughed.

I reached the beach and sat on the sand. I knew that the boys were going to be so mad at me. Sophie was like a little sister to them, they would do everything to protect her. After all these years of saying that I'd take care of anyone who would hurt Sophie, yet, here I was, being the bad guy.

The reality hit me at that moment. While Sophie was studying, in New York, I never stopped thinking about her in the back of my mind. We both ignored the other, doing whatever we had to do. I then relized that Sophie would never want to talk to me again. I knew I just broke her and she wouldn't ever forgive me for that.

As the waves became bigger, I allowed myself to cry and started to drink. Since the day she left the tour, l only cried once. I promised to myself that I would never cry for Sophie again.

I guess I can't hold a promise.

***

I woke up with the same sight of the night before. My head was pounding as I stood up and cleaned the sand off of me. I felt asleep on the beach and noticed the empty bottle of Tequila not too far from me. My mother must have been worrying to death.

Still feeling sleepy and my head spinning, I jogged to my place, where many cars were parked in the driveway. I cursed under my breath, not ready to face them.