*Luke’s POV*
We were waiting backstage for the other boys to finish up the show so we can start the meet and greet. I probably cried three times on stage and I know I’m going to get so much shit for it.
When the boys finally finished we had a short thirty minute break before we set up for the thirty or so fans that won some sort of contest to meet us, I don’t know, but it was so hard to smile for the constant pictures.
I mean I really love meeting fans but I just wanted to cry, and one dark haired girl with pretty blue eyes and a flirty attitude asked me why I had cried earlier and all I could say was “I’m just really tired.”
I really wasn't in the mood for this.
“You know Lukey, I would never make you cry” she said, grabbing my waist for the picture. She was hot and she knew it but I couldn’t feel a thing for her.
She let her hands linger while asked for a kiss on the cheek… of course I couldn’t say no so I did. Her skin was almost like poison on my lips, I hated it but I wanted it, I wanted anything.
“Move along girls” one of our crew members said, shooing them off.
The next group of girls were even worse.
I knew one of them, she was a groupie type girl that I hooked up with once last year and I regret it every day of my life. When she walked over she came directly to me, swinging her hips like it was a sport.
“Why are you here?” I whispered, as she made me grab her from behind for the picture. “I just wanted to see the show. What’s wrong? Not happy to see me?” she laughed wickedly.
“You know damn well I’m not” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ll meet you outside later then?” she said walking off.
Last year I had told her exactly how to get past security, god I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for even thinking about meeting her later.
I guess I looked rough or something because Michael put his hand on my shoulder and quietly said “Don’t worry, we’re almost done.”
I gave him a weak smile and then greeted the next group of girls who were very quiet and gave nice hugs which made me feel a little bit better for a while.
When it was time to leave, going out of the back door toward the tour bus the girl from earlier was out there.
“Lukey!” she called at me. I walked over to her just to tell her to leave but everything got out of control so quickly.
“Please leave” I told her, unable to make eye. “Don’t you miss me” she laughed.
“I really don’t even remember your name” I sighed truthfully.
“But you remember this right?” she said bringing my head down to her lips. I instantly slammed her against the brick hall behind us, pinning her arms roughly.
“You need to stop” I growled. “What if I don’t?” she spat.
I didn’t want to talk. I just couldn’t.
I began to harshly suck her neck, making her moan. I added teeth as I began to get annoyed with her voice. My whole body felt hot and I couldn’t do it anymore. I stopped and walked away, not able to look back at the marks I’d left on her neck.
*Calum’s POV*
“What the fuck was that?” I yelled at Luke as he entered our tour bus. I’d seen everything.
“Leave me alone” he said rummaging around the tiny cabinets of the bus. “No, we’ve all tried to ignore it but I can’t, you’re being a douche!” I yelled again.
“Good” he mumbled as he pulled out the bottle of Jack he was looking for.
He sat down on the couch and ignored all of our stares and took fast gulps out of the bottle. “What happened? Just fucking tell us what she did” I sighed, not wanting him to get drunk for obvious reasons.
He took another swig then put his face in his free hand and began to cry “It was me.”
“Is it because she left for her friend?” Ash asked, obviously knowing more than I or Michael did. “Yeah, I thought she just left, I didn’t know somebody fucking died” he cried even harder.
“it’s okay buddy” Michael tried to say, having no idea what to tell him. None of us did.
He took another gulp and threw the half empty glass onto the ground, making it shatter. “Fuck you, it’s not, I’m a horrible person” he cried, stumbling to get up.
He staggered all the way over to his bunk, got in, and continued to cry as we cleaned up the glass and strong liquid.
*Michael’s POV*
That’s the worst I’ve ever seen Luke be. I have no idea what happened, but I knew it obviously wasn’t good.
Ash told us about the girls' friend dying and Luke not knowing but I have no idea what he must have said to her to be ‘a horrible person’. When we couldn’t hear him cry anymore we decided to call Harry.
“Hello?” he answered, sounding very tired.
“Has Phoebe told you anything?” I asked him immediately.
“Guys just leave it alone, they aren’t fighting or anything… at least, I don’t think they are” he sighed.
“You know we aren’t going to leave it alone, he's drinking and breaking shit now” Calum told him.
“Look, in two weeks we’ll all be on break” Harry grumbled.
“Well how’s that supposed to help anything? They have a show in Texas in two weeks” Ashton said. I really like how we just know everything about them and what they’re doing and when.
“Use your imagination” Harry laughed as he hung up.
