Abused (A Luke Hemmings Love Story)

Chapter 15

When we got to One Direction's flat, i couldnt believe what I was seeing. There was like 8 bedrooms and me and Luke got to share one because... well, we're dating. I noticed a few glares coming from Lukes direction as Niall and I were bonding. We were just getting to know each other and I guess Luke thinks there's something more going on. Well there's not. And I'm gonna tell Luke that, if he believes me.

I was walking my bag to the room they gave me and I set my things down and was getting ready to take a shower. I gathered the pajamas I was gonna wear tonight and I asked Niall for a towel. After I got it I hopped in. I think it was about a 15 minute shower. I got dressed and went back to mine and Luke's shared room. He was laying on the bed scrolling through his phone, pretty much how I always find him. I said "Hey babe." and kissed him quickly on the lips. He just shoved me and walked away and said "Don't call me babe." I fell on the ground getting rugburn on my elbows, so bad it started to bleed. Ouch. That stung a bit. He's acting like he doesn't like me. I walk into the living room and ask Niall for help. Niall takes me to the bathroom and helps me clean out the scrapes I got. Thanks to Luke.

Luke came in acting worried as if he never knew that he hurt me. "Babe, what's wrong? What happened?" he asks, his voice filled with worried. I just ignored him. His arms wrapped around my waist. I shoved him away and went to our room to lay down. I pulled my blonde hair in a ponytail and grabbed my phone and decided to go through Twitter, bracing myself for the hate. I turned on my phone and logged on to Twitter. Seconds later, my feed and my timeline blew up. Mostly hate. Here we go.

'Your so stupid. Just leave Luke alone. Maybe he'll go back to his old happy life without you, slut.'

I've seen worse. But not as worse as the next one.

'I honestly don't see why Luke would date a whore. Luke can do better than you. Everyone hates you. Face it. Luke just feels bad for you. That's all. He'll find someone he actually cares about so if I were you I'd leave now. Fuck off bitch.'

Here comes the tears. They slowly slide down my cheeks one by one.Luke came in, I guess to go to bed and he saw me crying and tried to hold me. As much as I wanted to be in Lukes arms in the moment but he hurt me. That one girl on Twitter was right. Luke does hate me. He does feel bad for me. Because if he did actually care for me he wouldn't have shoved me. Or made me bleed. It was all coming together. Luke thought i was a fake that just wanted attention. That hurts a little. I pushed my way out of his arms and went to the bathroom. I started to cry.