Collision || Luke Hemmings

I care about you

My eyes were wide as I stared at my phone in my hand. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I read over the text again, and again. It was from a blocked number, my body trembling as I reread the two words over and over again.

leave him

The text had come through nearly a week ago, yet every time I looked at it I felt the same shot of terror through my body. Every nerve ending caught on fire as this pang of fear took control of my body. I didn't know what to do.

A part of me knew I should tell Luke... yet a part of me knew that telling Luke wouldn't do any good. I had already put him through the ringer, and I still felt enormously guilty for the other night. I had subconsciously been pulling away from him, getting so lost in my head that I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it out. I just never took into consideration how getting caught in my thoughts would affect him. I knew he was worried about me, and I knew he cared for me but here I was fucking it all up again.

We had gone through too many shit storms for me to lose him now... which was why I had to figure out who the hell was torturing me.

"Earth to Allison?" 

"Huh?" I jumped  back to reality as a hand landed on my shoulder. I thought I had locked the door to our room- the boys being at the studio all day had me wanting to play detective, though I clearly had no idea where to start. 

"I've been knocking for like fifteen minutes, what are you doing?" Sara questioned, her eyes glancing between me and my phone. 

"Uh... nothing, sorry." I muttered, locking my phone before sitting up completely. "What's up?" 

"Was just gonna see if you wanted to go to that new Mexican restaurant for some margaritas." She hummed, crossing her arms as she scrutinized me. I could tell she new that I wasn't  being completely honest and was trying to decide if she was going to push it or not. 

"Hmm... margaritas you say?" 

"Margaritas... and mojitos... the two most important M words." She nodded her head along to her words, her eyes still narrowed as she looked at me. 

I debated for a moment showing her the text. I had actually been debating showing her since the second I got it... but I was afraid to pull her in. It was clear that whoever this was wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty, so the less people I involved would probably be for the better. And considering the apartment we shared had already been destroyed, I didn't want to risk putting getting her into the middle of it again. I just needed to figure out who was following me. 

"How can I say no to tequila?" 

Forty-five minutes later I found myself walking down the street, my feet already hurting from the heeled booties I had elected to wear as Sara rambled on about how she and Ash had barely talked about their engagement since it happened. She insisted she wasn't complaining about how well their recording sessions were going, but she wanted to at least set the date. She swore that once they became world wide stars every single girl would be all over him, so she wanted to tie the knot before anyone else could realize how amazing and gifted he really was. 

I did my best to pay attention to what she was saying, but I was low-key watching everyone around us. I knew I had to act as normally as possible, though, as to not alert Sara that I was indeed on edge. 

I hadn't felt the presence of someone watching me when we first left my apartment, but about five minutes into our walk to the restaurant I felt the atmosphere change. I couldn't tell where they were, but I knew they were there... hiding in the shadows. 

"Is that the real reason you want a margarita? Ashton's ignoring you?" I questioned, holding the door for her as I peered back onto the busy street. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but the hair on the back of my neck was still sticking up. Part of me was worried that I was just being paranoid, but a part of me knew that I had every right to be.