It had been five days, five days since Luke had seen Calum, he tried calling him so many times, only to be disappointed by the beeping of the line, that was never answered, Luke had cried himself to sleep almost every night, he hadn't ate, he wasn't himself, his father tried to speak to him, only to be ignored.
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Lukes pov.
My thoughts were interrupted by the loud bang of my door swinging open and hitting the wall, the covers were ripped away from me body, a small wine erupted from my mouth,
"Hey!"
"Don't hey me, Luke, you've been moping around all day, you need to get up, we're going out."
I turned, furrowing brows "Ashton? H-how did you know?" I whispered softly, frowning,
"Your dad gave me a call, he told me everything, and we need to get you some fresh air, I'm not taking no for an answer."
His response made me groan, I slowly sat up, looking around the empty room for a moment, before standing and making my way to the bathroom, I turned the shower on and stripped off my old clothes, stepping in.
The hot water ran down my body, I fought back the tears that wanted to burst out of me as memories of that day flooded back, after quickly cleaning myself up I got out, wrapping a towel around my waist, making my way back into the bedroom,
Ashton sat on the bed, looking at me with sorrow, I stood for a moment, before shaking my head and going to my closet, grabbing a red velvet skirt and a cropped white jumper, I pulled some underwear on and my clothes, slipping on some thigh highs and my white converse.
I walked back out and crossed my arms as Ashton stood,
"Ready?"
I nodded in response and left the room, following him, I watched him leave the house, myself being only a couple steps behind, today he'd wore something totally different from what he'd ever worn, a pair of black skinny jeans and a black top, with a flannel wrapped around his waist, and to top it off he had a red bandana, pushing his curls back.
I caught up and grabbed onto Ashtons hand, he looked down and gave me a warm smile, to which I returned the small act, we walked to his car, me getting in the back, noticing another figure in the front passenger seat, he turned and grinned at me,
"Hi Harry." I whispered, before looking down at my lap,
"Hello Love, nice to see you sober." He chuckled softly, I nod slowly and stay silent as the car began to move, after around 15 minutes I finally spike, interrupting the conversation Harry and Ashton were having,
"Where are we even going?" I huff, right now I wanted my bed, and being in this car for so long was getting me antsy, Ashton turned and smiled,
"We're going to a restaurant, it's Italian."
I frowned at the thought of eating, I wasn't hungry, the most I'd had In the past five days was an apple, which I struggled to get down in the first place, I hadn't felt the same since Calum, I constantly felt sick,
I stayed silent until we pulled up, Ashton parked before us all got out, Harry held his hand out and raised his eyebrows slightly, I grabbed his hand and smiled slightly, following them into the restaurant, we were seated and handed menus, I looked around and my eyes caught the familiar face that I loved, staring at me, I sucked in a sharp breath, before standing up and making my way to the restroom, I ran into a stall and let the tears fall uncontrollably,
"Luke, Baby-"
I opened the door, it wasn't Calum, it was Harry, I couldn't help myself, I ran into his arms, Sobbing into his chest,
"You have to tell me what's wrong, Babe, because I can't help if you don't."
I nod and sob quietly,
"H-He's H-Here."
I heard a sigh, he grabbed my hand firmly,
"Come on, we can go home, we can order pizza?"
I nod and follow him out of the restroom, I could feel his eyes burning through me, I kept my gaze on the ground, walking with the two men out of the restaurant, we got to the car, I got into the back seat, Harry followed, wrapping me in his arms, I sighed and closed my eyes, sniffling as I drifted off in the warmth of Harry.
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I opened my eyes, rubbing them as I looked around, I noticed a figure beside me in the bed, it was Harry, he had Tattoos scattered along his body, his brown curls, falling infront of his face, I couldn't help but look at him in awe.
"You done staring, Sweetheart?" He whispered lowly, opening his eyes, a small grin forming upon his lips, I blushed deeply, looking away from him,
He chuckled,
"Don't worry about it. But it's late, I should go, I just wanted to make sure you woke up okay, not frightened about being alone." He hummed, sitting up and pressing a kiss to my forehead, before standing and pulling on his shirt, he smiled at me,
"See you later, Love." He hummed,
"Bye, Harry." I whispered sweetly, watching him leave, once I heard the door shut I got up and made my way downstairs, walking into the kitchen, I didn't bother turning the light on, I only wanted a glass of water, I grabbed a glass and turned the tap on, filling it up, the light switching on stopped me in my tracks, I whimpered softly as terror Coursed through my body,
"Luke-"
