Money: Luke Hemmings

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1st of December 2015

'Annabelle what are you doing?' Luke asked me as I lay on my bed, contemplating how I was supposed to spend my holidays.

'Why?'

'Well aren't you supposed to be packing?'

'Once again, why?'

'Aren't you coming to Australia to spend Christmas and New Years with my family?' Luke asked and I sat straight up.

It was the last day of term and we had finished lessons about an hour ago and whilst most people were packing to go home for three weeks, I had been lying on my bed and staring at my ceiling.

'Didn't think you would want me to come with you, considering you are with Rory,' I scoffed.

'I'm not with Rory you know that and I want you to come with you. You can't stay here by yourself for the holidays.'

Jake and Harry had decided they were going to visit Jake's family in Los Angeles for the break and as much as I would love to spend the holidays with my brother, I did not want to spend it with Jake.

'Why can't I stay here?' I scoffed. I knew that some teachers stayed here over the break so the students, like myself, who really had nowhere to go, would be looked after.

'You know damn well why you can't stay here Annabelle,' Luke growled and I sighed, as he did have a point. After my almost fatal antics on Saturday night, I have had a person with me pretty much all the time. Someone slept in my room with me every night. It was Calum's turn last night which resulted in both of us crying about me almost dying on Saturday.

'Fine I'll come with you,' I said getting out of bed and going to my wardrobe to beginning to pack, Luke eventually coming in to help me.

'We leave tomorrow morning by the way,' Luke said as he shoved a pair of converse into my suitcase.

'Early flight?' I asked and Luke nodded.

'A car will come and get us and then we will catch my jet to Sydney.'

'You know I could just stay alone in my house for Christmas and New Years, I really don't mind.'

'God dammit Annabelle I want to spend time with you. Besides the fact you almost died on Saturday and it was partially my fault, I actually like you,' Luke said, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

'It wasn't your fault Luke.'

'Belle don't play that bullshit because you had been fine for weeks until I pulled that crap about Jake the other day.'

'It isn't your fault Luke, I'm the one who is fucking insane and can't get it through her head that I don't need drugs to feel happy.'

'You're addicted,' Luke stated bluntly and I scoffed like I didn't already know that.

'No fucking shit Luke.'

I hadn't done any drugs since the incident last Saturday and to say I was having withdrawals was an understatement. I felt sick and I looked like hell and I could do was pick at my finger nails till they bled to take my mind off of it.