Sleeping Beauty | L.H.

Part 2

Previously on 'Sleeping Beauty'...

"I love you so much, you know that right?"

"Actually... I don't." You pulled your hand away from his and laced your fingers together in your lap. He raised his eyebrows, clearly confused by your actions and your answer. "Quick question... Who are you?"

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"You-You don't know who I am?" His mouth was slightly open in disbelief. Just when he thought he had you back, you were still so far away.

"Should I?" Luke looked down to the floor, covering his hands over his face. He sucked in a shaky breath before looking back up, but away from you. You noticed his bright blue eyes had slightly become glossy as he refused to meet his gaze.

"Can you excuse me for a minute?" Before you could answer he was already up and out into the hallway.

Luke leaned back against the wall, and sunk to the floor. He pulled his knees into his chest as he stared at the wall ahead of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to hold in his tears, but failed as one began to trickle down his cheek. He hastily tried to wipe it away before anyone would see, but another fell... and another.

"Are you okay, mate?" Luke, looked over to the hand on his shoulder. Ashton had sat down next to him, in an attempt to comfort him.

"You knew. You tried to warn me, but I didn't listen."

"Luke-"

"This can't be happening, Ash? First the car accident, then the coma, now this? We may sing about amnesia but that doesn't mean I really wanted it to happen." He let out a strained laugh and rubbed his eyes again.

"Her doctor said that her amnesia may not be permanent. She could still remember."

"What if she doesn't? She's my wife, your friend, Emma's mom! We need her to remember... I need her to remember."

"Just give her some time.
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"You're back." Luke walked back into the room, settling into seat in the same chair he had been in for the past few days. The happiness from when he originally walked in ha faded. His eyes were red, and slightly puffy. Has he been crying? You thought.

"You really don't know who I am?"

"You are familiar... I recognize you from somewhere." You did recognize that familiar blonde quiff, plus the other boys that you had seen walking by the doorway. What were their names? Ashton? Caleb? No, Calum. Not Caleb.

"You do?" His eyes lit up, hoping that you could remember.

"Yeah, yeah. Oh, I got it! You're Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer! My best friend. (Y/BF/N), loves you guys!"

"Oh, yeah... That's me."

"So I know who you are, but how do you know me? You're a celebrity, why would you be in my hospital room?"

"We're.... friends..."

"I'm friends with a rockstar?"
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You stood in line with (Y/BF/N) behind hundreds of other girls wearing flannels, converse, 5 seconds of Summer T-shirts, and signs confessing their love for the boy (Y/BF/N) had told you was the drummer. Occasionally, a girl would claim to get a glimpse of one of the the four boys and start screaming at the top of her lungs, which spread like wildfire down the line and began to sting your ears. If it was up to you, you would be at home curled up on the couch with the tv remote in your hand, or scrolling through your tumblr. Instead, (Y/BF/N) had made you join her. Normally you would try to wiggle your way out of going to this concert, but she didn't have anyone else to go with her, and you owed her.