Chasing: Lost Hope (Book 1) *IN PROCESS* L.H & A.M

Chapter Two

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| Present |

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| Luke |

"Austin Mahone, once famous celebrity singer, has recently been put into rehab-for what? -we still do not have information on the case. But until next time, this has been David Guccion 6'clock news. Now, over to Tanya with the weather-" I click off the telly, throwing the remote somewhere else, not even bothering to see where it lands.

Sighing, I reach for my phone, unlocking it real slow. My background pops up...a picture of Austin and I kissing... I sigh once again going to my contacts app and going to his contact.

Pookie

My finger hovers above the button for a while, trying to make up my mind.

No...I can't call him, he probably hates me. Oh what am I saying, he definitely hates me. I mean, I left him for Harry, of course he hates me! He has never hurt me...well actually...he has...but not mentally like Harry does to me all of the time. Sure, Austin may have hit me once, has anger issues and can't really control them. But at least he's there for me. But then again, Harry gives me tiny little kisses and whispers sweet little nothings in my ear, but he's also never there for me. But I love him! But I love Austin too.. Ugh,this is so confusing...

I look back down at my phone, deciding to call him once and for all. "Welp, here goes nothing," with that said, I press the call button, pressing the phone close against my ear.

| Austin |

Sometimes my thoughts aren't quite stable,

And I'm not so safe to be around.

Without you here with me, baby,

I'm far away from "able."

I sigh out loud, looking over across the room at where a single frame rests nailed to the wall. A 27 x 41 picture of Luke Hemmings, full body shot. He's wearing his famous black skinny jeans, black VANS, a black Tee, a black and read plaid shirt, his daily bracelets and that adorable smile that I miss so much. I just wish I could-

There's a moon out tonight,

Woah oh oh-

I race across the room towards my phone where it lies face down. My fingers scramble to pick it up, my heart beat accelerating. I finally get my sweaty finger to tap the green button. I pause, "...H-hello?"

"Austin?"

I nearly faint at the voice. It's so beautiful. "Luk-" my voice cracks right in the middle and my sobs start to rack up my body. The phone falls my fingers and down onto the metal floor (they didn't think carpet was safe because I'd just rip it out, neither wood, because is rip out the nails and use them as defence, nor tiles as it would just result in the same thing as the wood.

"Austin? Aussie?! Are you okay?"

The voice seems far now, quite far. But I know it's not, it's in my head. He's not calling me, why would he? I'm nothing, I'm just a piece of shit. He's not here, I'm not here. I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I-

I begin to whisper, "I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing-"

| Luke |

"Austin? Aussie?! Are you okay?" I hear nothing for a whole so I begin to say, "I'm-"

But I hear something and I can't quite make out the words.. I'm... I'm pudding?...I'm touching...something?

It gets louder now, "...I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing-"

"No! No, no Aussie, you are something. You more than something, your something big! You're-"

"-Broken." My eyebrows furrow in confusion, that didn't sound much like Austin's voice.

"W-who? Who are you? I thought no one was aloud in his room? Are you part of the staff?"

The deep voice on the other line laughs at me, "No...didn't he tell you? I'm Alexzander. But call me Zander."