Broken Youth

Chapter 36

~ Chapter Thirty-Six ~

TIME: 2am

••Megan••

We laid there in silence, Harry's fingers drawing patterns on my bare back, humming the tune of a song we knew so well.

"I like the summer rain." I smiled, my eyes fluttering closed. "I like the sounds you make." His finger tips were soft against my back. "We put the world away." He kissed my forehead. "We get so disconnected." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I love that song so much."

"So do I." I looked up at him, finding it adorable that he loved his best friends music.

"Sing me more."

"You are my get away, you are my favourite place, we put the world away." He looked into my eyes, still and secluded. "Yeah we're so disconnected." Tears formed in my eyes, just staring at him and realising how damn lucky I was to have him.

"Oh ohoh ohoh oh oh oh." He chuckled as I grinned at him. "I'm clearly the better singer, let's face it."

"Nah, you just ruined it." I rolled my eyes, getting up, his previously bunched up t-shirt falling down, stopping short of my knees. His room was still dark, ensuring me it was still the middle of the night.

"I'm gonna go for a head-clearing walk." He nodded, slumping into the sheets, his eyes heavy. I shoved on my Joggers and converse and one of Luke's hoodies before running down the stairs and out of Ash's house. It seems ridiculous how many times we end up here, creating a shit load of drama (as well as the beautiful memories) meaning either one of us leaves and the rest spend stupid hours of the morning walking to try and clear it all out our heads. I know that if I get too deep into my thoughts, Harry will know and come to my rescue; perks of being creepy and paranormal even in your sleep.

The cold bit at my cheeks but I didn't care. I could see the frost sweeping across the land, the small crystals making the whole place look more like winter. It was my favourite season. Much like Jade; we both got to write endless poems and shit about the weather. And that was our favourite thing. My mind wheeled, the thoughts of the day consuming me as I trundled through the field out the back of Ash's picturesque house. My feet crunched against the frozen grass, a scream ringing out just as I got to the the first hay bail. My heart slammed against my ribs. What the hell was that? Another scream. I picked up speed, running down the hill, the small whimpers getting louder until I saw a shape. An odd shape. It was like the shape of a couple sharing an 'old fashioned kiss', her in his arms, bent back slightly. But as I got closer, hiding behind the bails as I went, I realised what exactly it was. The whimpers soon became those of pleasure, gasping and words whispered becoming more evident. I took only one step closer, the moonlight shining a torch on the shape.

It was a man and a woman; her covered in blood. Except it wasn't any old man and woman.

It was Ashton Irwin and Jade Clark.

TIME: 12pm

••Luke••

My attention was pulled from Harry and Renée's two person joke by Megan darting into the piano room next door. It was clear to me that she hadn't been in there in a while when I heard the small gasp. I gradually moved away from my girlfriend and best friend to the door labeled 'Practice Room'.

The soft tones of 'To a Wild Rose' by Edward MacDowell drifted from the grand piano in the centre of the glass walled room, my heart skipping a beat as I remembered teaching her the piece. But only half.

"You finished it?" She jumped slightly.

"You left so I had to teach myself."

"It's amazing." I replied breathless from her playing. It was unimaginably beautiful.

"It's not as good as your half." I smiled at her back. 'Your half'; it sounded perfect.

I continued to smile to the back of her head as she played it again, softly singing the gentle poem-like words along to the tune. Mesmerised, I struggled not to applaud as she finished the piece, pausing for the correct amount of time, leaning on the last note so perfectly I could scream. No-one had ever played MacDowell as well as her. And that was saying something; I loved his work and if anyone but him played his pieces they had to know every aspect of the piece by heart and every intention he had whilst writing it, portrayed in their playing and down to an art. And she did it. My fallen head snapped up when I heard a sniffle; only the smallest noise but the greatest impact.

"She's beautiful, Luke. Really beautiful." Megan turned her head slightly. I could see her chocking back the tears and it broke my heart.

"She's nothing compared to you." Before I could even comprehend what I'd said, Megan had run out the room, her loud sobs filling my ears.

TIME: 3pm

••Megan••

"The thing is with you Luke is that you think everyone will drop their panties for you without a second thought. You think we all love you. But guess what, Hemmings, we don't. She loves Harry and not you. And as much as it hurts, it's true. You know this yet every chance you get you have to make it harder for her to forget this. And you don't help yourself either. You have a fucking girlfriend. Get over her." Mali's voice was stern and nerving. I almost wanted to barge in and tell her to give him a break- he got back only days ago for gods sake. But I didn't. I watched as his baby blues filled with tears and his lip trembled ever so slightly. Mali looked shocked. "Luke- I. I-"

"Forget it." My heart leaped as Luke ran out the room, Mali crumpling into the floor, sobbing. She was fustrated but she was mad and confused. She was lost and helpless, loving us all too hard to see sometimes we didn't need to be told shit. We already knew it. Luke's clever, he knows what he's doing is wrong; she just needs to be reminded.

"Mali-"

"All I wanted to do was help but I made it worse. I shouldn't have told him like that. I shouldn't-"

"It's fine. He'll get over it Mals." I sighed as Lauren nursed her. Lauren was wrong: just this once. He wouldn't get over it. It's stupid because we should; we're adults.

But you don't normally see the person you lost your virginity too everyday. Or the first person you ever loved.
Love hurts.

So fucking much.

But Ash and Jess did it.

TIME: 7pm

••Luke••

"You should never cut your hair, 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder, and you'll never know how beautiful you are to me." I whispered into Ren's ear, my breath blowing her baby hairs away from her ear causing her to shiver slightly. I smiled. I'd taken advantage of her until now, something in me snapping. Megan had dragged me down and away from my true girl. Not that it was her fault; I caused this, but this was me and Ren, as one, together. Finally.

And then the doorbell rang.

[Authors Note]

Oooooooh... Who's at the door?

The new 1D album. GO BUY IT ITS AMAZING.

I'll update again tomorrow so you have lots to mull over. Then one more happy chapter before...

Get ready.
Ready...

DEATH AND DRAMA. I'm mean.

Love you all | Meg x