Basorexia >> Cake Hoodings (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 7

Luke's P.O.V

When we got to the hotel last night I was made to share with Calum, even though we protested against it. Well, that we actually means me. I protested aganst it due to the argument we had on the plane. He probaby didn't mean it or anyhting that he said but, in the slim chance that it could be true what he said I didn't want to share with him. But, our bodyguard told us to stop being so childish and be grow up about it but, he should know that us bein grown up was deffinitley unlikley. We were all kids on the inside.

In the hotel room was quite awkward. Although we have separate beds, the tention in the air was noticeable and I could tell Calum noticed too. No talking actually happened between us last night, we just shared a few glances but that was it. First off, we were very tired and second I don't think Calum was even in the mood to talk to me, to anyone yesterday.

I layed in the hotel bed, fully awake. The room was still pitch black and no light was showing through the curtains. I rolled over in the tiny single bed, that I deffinitley wasn't used to, mainly due to the size. I quinted my eyes because the light on the allarm clock was to bright for me concidering, I had just woken up. I stared at the bright green blur until my eyes came into focus and I could read the pixelized numbers on the clock.

3:15

It's momen't like this when I hate jatlag. I love my job, I mean of course I do. I'm so lucky, how could I not? But, there's one flaw with it. Jetlag. There has been times I've wished for all the countries to be in the same timezone but because, of the universe and the sun and moon things, that will never happen. Jetlag will forever remain a thing, unless scientists can freeze time but that's unlikley.

"Luke?" Calum mumbled, before the sound of sheets rufling rilled the silent room, signaling that he was rolling over. I looked over at him, expecting to see him layed there with his eyes open, looking back at him. But, no. He was face-down on his pillow, cuddled up in is duvet. He was pretty much asleep. I left him be.

I grabbed my phone, and went onto Twitter in hope that all of the rumours about me had calmed down. But no. They'd only gotten worse, and it had now brought Calum into this too. Most of the comments from people were 'cake is real', 'Calum is a gay fag.' 'Calum AND Luke deserves to die.' And '@luke5sos @calum5sos Go kill yourselves.'

All of them hurt. All except the ones about cake being real but, all the others hurt. The hate was bad enough before but, now? That's all my Twitter timeline is full off. Hate and news articles about me that aren't even real. People had even started the hashtag 'CakeKillYourselves.' That hurts. A lot. I clicked onto the hashtag, instantly regretting my choices. Pictures flashed across the screen of Calum and I holding hands at the airport a couple of days ago. Some didn't have a picture though, some just had simple hate. I couldn't help but flick through some of the tweets which were pretty similar to the ones on my timeline. I wonder is the fans know we read this stuff, or do they just think we're robots.

By now, I'd realised what my life had become. Full of hate with no friends. Ash and Mikey had ignored me and hated on me for so long and now Cal was ignoring me too. The hate I was reviving made me think.

Do I really want to be doing this? Do I really want to have a job where I do what I love but get hate for it? Do I really want to be living this life or quit the band and go home, live my normal life and go back to being a nobody?

It was true. I was thinking about quitting the band, all my band members hate me and even the 5SOSFam do. What's the point? What's the point in life?

I pulled myself up off the bed, groaning as I did so before walking into the bathroom. Since it was round about 3:30 in the morning, and it was pitch black, I put the light on. Only to reveal me staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair wasn't in its usual quiff like usual. It was all over the place, sticking out in some parts and flat in others. There were bags under my eyes due to lack of sleep and my eyes were bloodshot due to the constant tearing up whilst reading hate, but not letting them fall.

I just hate things right now. I don't even know what I did to deserve this hate at all. I acted like normal and I've been myself, yet I'm still judged. I get hate for 'dating Calum' when I'm not dating him. I've wondered about me and Calum dating but I don't like him. The fans, obviously don't support gay rights, otherwise regardless of me and Calum dating or not they would've supported us. Not all of the tweets were bad, a few were good but most of them made me sick to my stomach. It's a good thing Calum and I aren't dating then, because we wouldn't be able to be together anyway, the hate would tear is apart.

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