Mrs All American - luke

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S A M

"Sam! Sam! Get over here right now!"

"What?!" I call back from my room. I've just gotten back from work and the last thing I need right now is Becca yelling at me at the top of her lungs. It's been a few months since I've graduated and I've just recently gotten a job as an editor nearby. I love it so far.

When Becca doesn't respond, I leave my room and enter the living room, where she is standing in front of the TV. "What? What is it?" I ask her as I keep walking.

"Look," she says and points at the TV. It's currently paused, but there he is. Luke Hemmings on our TV, gripping his microphone tightly in his hands. Becca reaches for the remote and the TV starts playing.

"Becca, what the hell? Turn that off!" India snaps from the kitchen. "She doesn't need to hear another word from that asshole's mouth!"

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "It's fine," I say, even though I know it's really not. It's not okay because I still-

"India, for once in your life, just shut up!" Becca snaps back at her and throws her arms out.

I shake my head again and turn to look back at the TV. I know India is right. I shouldn't listen to what he has to say and I shouldn't even be watching this right now. My first reaction should be turn the damn TV off, but it's not. I know I want to see this and I know I want to hear what he's about to say.

"So I met Sam last year and I thought, wow, she's really hot," Luke says as he wiggles his eyebrows and I hear Calum laugh off camera. "And then I got to know her and I thought, wow, she's really annoying."

Becca snorts next to me and I roll my eyes again. I don't know what Luke is trying to do or what he's getting at, but I can't seem to look away.

"But as I got to know her a little more, I realized that she was the smartest, most beautiful, and greatest person I had ever met. She drove me absolutely mental, but I couldn't get enough of her. And damn, guys," he sighs and shakes his head, "I fell in love with this girl so hard."

My heart practically jumps in my chest as my eyes widen and Becca lets out a loud gasp next to me. The crowd starts to scream even louder and I spot a few girls crying. This is not good. Becca's hand wraps around my wrist tightly as her other clamps over her mouth.

Luke let's out a shaky laugh as Michael plays a few chords and Ashton is in the very back of the stage, rustling with his hair. He needs a haircut so bad. Calum just has this look on his face, as if he knows that I'm watching this right now.

"But, of course, I'm an idiot," he continues. "I'm a huge idiot and I hurt her pretty bad, guys. So now here I am, on national TV, begging for her to forgive me. I can't go into details about what happened, but, Sam, if you're watching this... I love you, too.

"And if you haven't decided that I'm a shithead just yet," he goes on as Becca's grip on me tightens. It doesn't even hurt, probably because I am too shocked at the moment. "Please meet me at my favorite place on Saturday."

My stomach drops and Becca lets out a squeal next to me. Did that really just happen? Luke Hemmings confessing his love for me on television? I don't even know what to think.

I keep my eyes on the TV and watch as Luke steps back and a song starts. The camera then goes over to Calum and he looks straight at it as he says, "Oh, by the way, Sam, Luke totally wrote this song for you."

My teeth sink into my lip. I can't decide if I want to cry or start screaming. Maybe I'll do both. But I don't do anything. I just keep watching as Luke returns to his place in front of the microphone and sings.

I can't remember the last time I saw your face..

"T-turn that off," I say. "Turn it off," I repeat a little more harshly when Becca doesn't do anything. I turn around and meet eyes with India. I know what she's thinking, she doesn't have to say it.

She's never really said it out loud, but India doesn't like Luke and I don't think she ever did to begin. I'm sure she likes him as person and as a friend, she just doesn't like him with me.

But something is telling me that she might be right. Does he really think that he can confess his love for me in front of everyone like that, write me a song, and that things between us will be fixed? After six damn months of ignoring me, he decides to do something? I don't get it.

God, he's such an idiot.

"What are you thinking?" Becca asks me as we sit down and I run my hands through my hair.

"I'm thinking that I'm not going," I tell her.

Becca gasps. "What?!" She exclaims. "You have to go!"

I shake my head. "Why should I?" I groan. "Does he really think some damn mushy speech is gonna fix what he did?"

"Obviously not," Becca says with an eye roll. "He wants to explain himself! He wants to apologize and explain things to you."

I turn my head to look at India and she just shrugs. "What? Just say it," I tell her.

"You already know that I don't think you should go," she says and almost sounds bitter about it. "You already know that I don't think he's worth it and you already know that I don't think you should be with him. So, no, Sam. I don't think you should go at all."

"Well I completely, one-hundred percent disagree!" Becca protests next to me. "We all know Sam is not happy and we all know you still care about him. A lot. He cares about you, too, and if you don't go, I can guarantee that you will regret it. So, yes, Sam. I think you should go and listen to what he has to say."

I sigh and get up so that I can go back to my room. "I am not going," I say loud enough for them to both hear and then slam the door shut.

I am so mad. So mad beyond words and I don't even know why. Probably because after all this time of denying having any more feelings towards him, come rushing back harder than ever after hearing him say those words. I hate that those feelings never left.

I hate that he left in the first place and now he's doing this. I hate what he just did. I hate that Becca is right about everything she just said.

And I hate that I still love him.

*****

"You're going to meet him, aren't you?" India asks me as she enters my room where I'm getting dressed.

I let out a sigh and grab my bag. "She was right," I say, referring to what Becca said yesterday. "If I don't go I'll end up regretting it."

India nods. "Well, you already know what I think about it, but it doesn't matter because you're still going to do whatever you want and I do respect that and I want you to be happy. So good luck, Sam," she tells me and I know she means it. "I still don't like him, though," she whispers when she pulls me in for hug.

I let out a small laugh. "I know you don't," I say and pull away. "But thanks. I appreciate it."

She nods again and then I leave the room.

When I step outside, I realize that I am so not ready to see Luke Hemmings again.

a/n: hiiiiiiiiii yes hello guys it's me mom 

i had a little bit of time right now and decided to update

so here ya go hope this was ok 

also i have finals coming up pray for me love youuuuuu