Sydney Sparks✨ - Luke hemmings/5sos

Chapter Thirteen:

Chapter Thirteen:
Luke was standing in the doorframe with an almost unreadable expression.

Realising that I was still lying on top of Michael, I quickly positioned myself so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Guilt flooded over me, and I was afraid to meet both Luke and Michael's eyes.

"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Luke said sarcastically.
I bit my lip but I didn't say anything. Next to me I could hear Michael shifting uncomfortably.

"So how long has this been going on?" he asked in a sour tone, gesturing at the two of us.

"A few weeks." I admitted, finally meeting his eyes.

"And what, you didn't plan on telling me? Or anyone else?"

"Calum knew about it.."

"And Ashton," Michael quietly added.

This was news to me. I looked up at him questioningly.

"Calum told him.."

Calum really couldn't keep his mouth shut could he? Frowning, I turned towards Luke again, noticing the hurt look on his face. I felt my stomach twist at his expression; I had done this to him.

"Well, I'm glad you guys cared enough to tell me." Luke remarked bitterly before leaving the room.

I noticed that Michael had the same guilty look I did.

"Maybe you should go..." I suggested. "I'll go talk to Luke."

Michael nodded. "I think you're right. We'll talk later yeah?"

"Yeah."

I downstairs with him and was met by the smell of something burning. I wrinkled my nose as I spoke.

"Shit, that would be the cookies."
"Lovely."

I sighed as Michael bent down to put on his shoes on.

"We really fucked up, didn't we?" I heard him mutter.

I nodded leaning my head against the wall. We should have told Luke earlier. Instead, he had to find out about our relationship, whatever that relationship even was, in the worst possible way.

Michael's glistening eyes held mine for a moment, before I looked away. We stood silent for a second.

"By Al." Michael said before giving me a hasty kiss on the cheek, almost reluctant about it. Which in his defence, I couldn't blame him.

"Bye."

I made my way to the kitchen as Michael closed the door behind him.

Grabbing an oven mitt, I pulled the sheet of burnt cookies out of the oven. Throwing them away, I set the tray in the sink and began scrubbing it down. It was only after ten minutes I realised I was just trying to put off my talk with Luke.

Nervously, I ran my fingers through my hair and stuffed my hands in my pockets, walking up to Luke's room.

I knocked on the door but there was no response.

"Luke?" I called out. I tried the doorknob but it was locked. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, okay? I know Michael is too."

Luke opened the door a few seconds later. "What makes you think I care about you and Michael?" he asked coldly. "Why would I be hurt?"

I wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm sorry." I repeated, a tear forming in my eye.

"Don't waste your apology, Ali." Luke said flatly. "I don't care."

He shut the door in my face. As if I wasn't feeling crappy enough about the whole situation. It was best if I got out of the house, for both Luke's sake and my own.

I called up Danielle.

"Hey Ali." She spoke.

"Hey, um. Is it okay if I stay over tonight?"

She paused, judging by the urgency in my voice.

"Yeah, of course. Are you okay? I'll be over to get you in twenty, okay?"

"You're the best."

"I try. See you then."

I walked back into my room and packed an overnight bag, grabbing Luke's old batman t-shirt at the last second. I still hadn't returned it to him; I always felt so comforted wearing it.

Quickly scribbling down a note to explain where I was going, I hurried downstairs to wait by the door. The sound of Luke's guitar could be heard playing as I waited. I recognised the tune as Amnesia, a song the band had written.

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape
'Cause I'm not fine at all