Face Down.♡ (Luke Hemmings)

Dammit.

Chapter 26.

"Dammit" -Blink 182

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《Hazel's POV》

''What the fuck are they doing inside for so long?'' Calum's impatient voice echoed through the nearly empty corridor.

We had been sitting here for quite a while, waiting for Luke's mum and the devil herself to come out of the damn room so we can see Luke, but seems like it's just not happening in this century.

I jumped to my feet, pacing back and forth along the tiled floor, my eyebrows scrunched in irritation.

''I'm getting in there, '' I stated at last, stopping by the door, then listening carefully for any sound to come from inside. Alas, the stupid thick walls are not helping one single bit as all I can hear is the sound of my own erratic breathing, along with someone's foot tapping against the ground.

''Hazel, you can't, '' Ashton gives me a stern look and I crossed my arms in front of me.

''Says who?'' (omg why do I always read these two words in luke's voice dear lord his aussie accent is killing meh lol xd soz continue reading pls) I whined, throwing my hands up in the air, clear sign of how frustrated I was getting as minutes passed. I don't know why though. I mean, I had never cared about Luke. Usually, if he happened to be in trouble, I'd laugh at him or make fun of him like I always do. But, I found my role in this whole thing changing drastically and I'm not sure if I like it.

My best friend sighed, rising from his seat and making his way to where I stood, with a childish pout on my face, arms still folded across one another.

''Look Haze, we all know that you're worried about Luke- we all are, after all- and yeah, I know that it's unfair that  Aleisha got inside, when you're obviously more important to Luke than she is. But you need to be mature about this and not cause any drama, okay? Why dontcha go home and get some rest and we'll stay here and call you if we find out about anything?''

I think about his suggestion and just as I'm about to object, my eyes meet with Calum's stern ones and I release a huge, with desperation filled sigh.

''Whatever.''

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But it's not whatever.

''Why is it that I can't fucking stop thinking about the dickhead?'' I mumbled to myself as I rolled over and over in my bed, finally flipping the covers off from myself and getting on my feet that carried me all the way to the bathroom. I splashed my face with ice cold water over and over, when my eyes caught a sight of my own reflection in the mirror.

To say I looked horrifying would be a fucking understatement of the millennium!

Not only was my hair in a complete mess, forming a bird's nest on top of my head and looking like a mass of faded red(or more like orange), but my face looked like a freaking potato or something. My nose had an oh-so-lovely (wow, smells like sarcasm, or is it just me?) pimple hanging on top of it, my cheeks were crimson, probably because I was angry and frustrated, and when I'm angry and frustrated, that's usually the result. Then, my lively green eyes that held fractions of gold in them looked unusually dull, resembling a forest whose leaves and all the life in it is disappearing and falling apart. Bags that hung beneath them were the obvious reminder of sleep deprivation and my chopped and skin-bitten-off lips were enough to get me to release an ugly sound of disgust.

I know this was detailed and that you probably don't care about how absolutely horrible and desperate I looked, but it still doesn't make things any better.