Collision || Luke Hemmings

Just Breathe

When I woke up I felt as though I was burning. I was hot. Too hot. And when I tried to move, I couldn't. It didn't take long after that to realize why I couldn't move. There was a body wrapped around mine, an arm squeezing my chest tight enough to push all the air out of my lungs. Although his arm wasn't the only thing making it hard to breathe. 

While it did take a few shots to gain the courage to bring myself to his hotel room, I was not even close to hungover. At least not on the alcohol. 

I head the worst headache that I could attribute to all the crying I did last night when... when I finally came clean. I really couldn't believe that I had finally done it. Granted I didn't have much of a choice. I wasn't happy that it was forced out in the open the way it was, but  I was happy it was finally in the open... at least I thought. 

I knew Luke was still mad, and he had every right to be. I just didn't know where that left us. Now that he knew was he just going to go on with his life? Would he hate me forever? Could we ever be friends again? 

Before I could finish sorting through my thoughts his arm tightened around me for a moment before finally going loose. I found myself holding my breath as I felt him shift behind me. I wasn't planning on staying... mainly because I didn't think he would want me to. But aside from that... what were we even supposed to say to each other now? It had been too long and I had hurt him too much. I couldn't do anything to take it back.

I did my best not to move, keeping myself completely still as I felt him slide out of the bed. I still wasn't breathing as I heard his footsteps pad lightly across the floor before I heard the sound of a door clicking closed. I only let out a short breath when I heard the sound of the shower start. I was more than a little relieved that he hadn't actually tried to see if I was awake, let alone speak to me. I truly was at a loss for words. And I could only blame myself. 

I let myself lay there for a few minutes before forcing my body up. I groaned lowly from how stiff I was as I reached for my phone on the floor. I wasn't sure how it ended up there, but I wasn't going to question it. A quick glance at it let me know that it was only 7:30 and I had plenty of time to get home and immediately go back to bed. I had told Connor yesterday when I left that I would be taking a personal day today and, thankfully, he didn't even question it. 

I found my shoes by the door, though I didn't remember actually taking them off. And even if I had somehow managed to slip them off, there was no way they would've ended up neatly by the door. That only meant that Luke had to have taken them off some point after I had passed out, and that realization caused my heart to skip a few beats. 

I started to second guess my decision on slipping out while he was in the shower, but forced myself to open the door to the hotel room just the same. This put a whole new meaning to the walk of shame. 

I did, however, hold my head down in shame as I started making my way down the hallway. What the hell was I doing? Was I supposed to leave? Was I supposed to stay? Did we have anything more to talk about? 

"- there's no way, they were fully clothed- Alli, hey." I jumped at the sudden intrusion, my eyes snapping up and focusing on the three boys in front of me. It was honestly just my luck to run into them as I was trying to get out. The universe, it seemed, was out to get me. Not that I could blame it. I deserved everything I had coming. 

"Hi." I mumbled waving awkwardly at the boys who stood in front of me. 

"Uh... well how are you?" Michael asked hesitantly, as if he were trying to tread the dangerous water that just happened to be me. 

"I'm... alright. How are you guys?" I squeaked, my throat still sore from the ugly crying I did the night previous. 

"Good."