Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter three

"I'm moving out," Ashton turns to me on his desk swivel chair, as I sit on his bed, playing Fifa until he paused the game to tell me this. I look up to him, staring at the xbox remote in my hands.

"What?" I stare at him, his blonde curly hair falling over his face, shooting me a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry Fleur, but I just can't live here anymore, I've graduated and I've already found a place, and I'd have a room mate, he seems like a good guy, and you can come and stay whenever you want," he rambles on, still not knowing what to say. I shake my head a little, opening my mouth but no words wanting to come out, closing it once again, silence now filling the room.

Our home life isn't even that bad, our dad is usually away on business a guaranteed three weeks out of every month, and our mum isn't a woman in which I share many things in common with, well neither of us have anything in common with her. I stand up from the bed, laying the remote on his plain white bed covers, walking over to the door, "Fleur," Ashton sighs, my stomach dropping as he lets out a small sigh, "I can't live here forever," I nod, leaving the room quietly.

I grab my car keys, heading out the front door in the middle of a small panic. Not knowing where to go, I head over to Cal's. I skip nearly every red light on the way, kicking myself knowing I will have to pay the tickets as I pull up to Cal's also another white picket fence house, with a perfectly mowed lawn.

I quickly shut the door after I climb out of the car, locking it as I walk up the path, not knowing even if he is in as there is no cars out front. I ring the door bell a few times in quick succession, hoping that someone is going to open it. Cal opens the door in his black tracksuit bottoms, and a black sleeveless shirt with a concerned expression on his face. "Fleur?" he asks, confused.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to do, I'm freaking out," I ramble, the speed of my words not even understandable at the speed at which they are just spewing out of my mouth.

"Wait-" he interrupts me, "come in first before you pass out from lack of breathing," he teases, opening the door wider for me to walk in.

I walk in, beginning to breath deeply trying to calm down, unsure of what I'm actually feeling right now. "Who was at the door?" another voice pipes up, Luke walking down from the massive wooden staircase to my right, his hands stuffed in his black skinny jeans pockets. He looks down to me, sending me a confused expression, "Fleur?" he asks, as I just turn back to Calum.

"Sorry I'll go," I sigh, Calum shaking his head.

"No, no stay, Luke doesn't care," Cal denies, Luke agreeing and walking back upstairs. I follow Cal and Luke up to Calum's room, opening up the door to two guitars spewed onto the floor.

"Since when did you start playing again?" I refer to Cal's bass, sitting on his double bed, lying back looking up to his ceiling.

"Me and Luke have decided to start a band," Cal sits on the edge of his bed by my feet, Luke walking over and sitting in the desk chair which he was probably sitting on before.

"Oh, that's cool - have you got a name?" I ask, trying to get my mind off of the news Ashton has told me.

"Not yet - got a few ideas though," Luke perks up, shrugging his shoulders, looking over my shoulder to see him.

"What's the matter anyway?" Cal decides to ask, the question instantly causing the nerves to build up, my head rapidly turning back to lock on my knees, picking the skin around my nails.

"Ashton is moving out," I sigh again, hitting my knees and throwing my head back on Cal's pillow, getting frustrated.

"Really? with who?" Cal asks, and I just shrug, obviously not knowing as he didn't tell me, instantly regretting coming over as I now just don't even want to talk about it anymore.