Hemmings pulls me inside the hotel, gentley by my wrist. I'm drug into a room.
"Ashton!"
I try to pull away from Hemmings but he keeps hold of my arm. It's not a rough grip, just stern and protective.
Ashton Irwin strolls in, courious and slightly worried. "What is it Luke?"
Hemmings pulls me over and rolls up my sleeve again. Somehow the cuts look angrier and worse in this light, and both of them cringe at the sight.
"You...?"
I feel myself paling. "Let me go..."
Hemmings wipes a tear off my cheek gently. "Diana..." he sighs. "Let me help you. Let us help."
"Please?" Irwin asks. "I used to. Luke helped me. He can really help. I can help you to. I remember..."
"No! Leave me alone!"
Hemmings tightens his grip on my unscarred wrist. "No. We won't let you die this way."
"Let me go!"
"No!" They both shout.
"Why? Why do this?" Irwin asks.
Why? I don't know. No words come to me. I just stand there, speechless. Why do they care? They don't know me.
"Why?" Hemmings repeats. "Tell me why."
"Because I do!"
Hemmings wipes another tear off my cheek, and I instantly recoil. He frowns. "I'm sorry....?"
More tears flow, and I can't breathe.
"I guess she'll stay with us?" Irwin asks.
"She has to. Parents aren't around," Hemmings says tiredly. He looks broken. Is that my fault?
"Calum! Clean the guest bed off! We have a guest."
"Buuuhhhhh... wait. Why? The tour continues tomorrow."
"I know. She'll be joining us I assume."
I pale.
"Guess so..." Hemmings says. "Welcome to tour."
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Bruises (Luke Hemmings fanfic)
FanfictionDiana is broken, bruised. But when she meets 5 Seconds of Summer's Lucas Robert Hemmings, she falls hard. He forces his way into her life, forging a friendship, and pushes her recovery. Could this be what she's been looking for? Or will the punk-roc...
