Allure | Luke Hemmings

Chapter 12

Luke’s POV

“Wake up, you idiot.” Was the first thing I heard from a barely recognizable voice. Other muffled sounds made it difficult for me to actually recognize whose voice was it.

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden light, and found Calum, Michael, and Ashton all looking at me. I looked around and noticed that we were still in the building but outside the party, in an enormous hall.

Ashton groaned. “You’re finally awake! You have been sleeping like a toddler for about an hour now.” The harsh tone on his voice, despite his smile, told me that something was wrong.

I sat on the floor, and scratched the back of my head probably looking like a confused mess.

“Can you guys fill me in on what happened after I uh, punched Andrew?” I questioned, curious as to know how I ended up on the floor.

“I punched you back.” Michael smugly smiled. “We tried to break you apart from your dad, but you were not having it. So we had to use other resources.”

“Alex is really angry at you.” Ashton spoke, and Michael and Calum just nodded.

I knew Alex was pissed, furious at me. I was mad at myself too. I knew I shouldn’t have made such a scene but the moment I smelled the scent of rum coming from his mouth, I acted out of impulse and anger.

“Mind telling us why you went Rocky Balboa on Andrew?” Calum asked, pronouncing the name of the famous boxer funnily.

“He approached me smelling like rum, and I- I don’t know, memories of him almost hitting my mum back in Australia, getting his brains wasted, and such…it just made an impact on me, I guess.” I stammered, not entirely convinced that was an enough justification. I hated looking vulnerable, and what I hated the most was getting pitied. “Plus, he’s bringing Clarissa in this shit too.”

Michael raised one brow. “How come?”

I sighed. “He’s fucking trying to get on good terms with her, so he’s flying her here.” The hatred I felt towards Andrew was kind of huge right now.

The boys just watched me in silence as I spoke. They have been through a couple scenes like this, me being the main act of course. But it was the first time I had actually put a hand on my dad.

I mean, Andrew.

“He deserved it, that prick.” I scoffed, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion.

I really wanted to look for Alex. Noticing there were a few guests chatting and glancing at all of us once in awhile, I assumed she was still here. I stood up and shook any dirt from my clothes.

“Is Alex still here?”

 “Ashton took her home. Her parents are still here, and yeah, let’s put it in the best of the ways: they hate you. After your little scene, a few guests left but there’s still people dancing and drinking. So, the party is still going on, I suppose.” Michael stated.

Ashton just nodded. “Don’t worry mate, she’s okay. She’s just a bit shocked.”

There was no way I could stay here knowing Alex wasn’t feeling okay. I had to make sure she forgave me for ruining his dad’s party, for reacting the way I did. I wanted to apologize for being a shitty excuse of a person.

“I need the car.” I spoke to no one in particular.

“Uh, you’re not old enough to drive.” Calum said rather shyly, making me roll my eyes.

I turned my back at them, annoyed by the entire situation. “Fine! I’ll take a fucking cab then.” My head started hurting and from the few glances of a couple of dudes, I knew I looked fatal due to the punch Michael gave me.