I'd Never Live » Luke Hemmings

2.4~Meantime

This goes back to when he came to his house. just so you're not confused.

Luke's Pov
She doesn't want me to explain. It's like she doesn't care anymore. So much for being so helplessly in love with me, and taking me back. I need her though. I need her like a drug addict needs heroin. She's my drug.

I slowly walk to her house, and open the door. Typical Marie, leaving the door unlocked. I sigh, and walk in. I make my way to her room, and everything is her. The worst part isn't all of our pictures or the things I gave her. It's the smell. Her smell.

I walk over to the bed, and curled up into a ball, taking in her scent, because I feel like it will be the last time I will smell her. My thoughts drift away to the first time we actually talked, then to when I kissed her, then to when she left, and when she came back. They drifted to the game of Truth or Dare, to when I kissed her...again, to when we fought a little, and I kissed her again, to when we were lying here. Technically dating. One of the happiest weeks of my life.

I heave myself off of her bed, and search for a paper. I fling open one of her desk drawers, and neatly, all alone, was a drawing of me. She got everything right. My dimple, my lip ring, my eyes, everything. I leave the drawer open, but continue to look for that paper. Once I find one, I grab a pen, and begin to write. When I am finished writing, I placed the note on top of the perfect drawing. I sighed, and closed the drawer. I crawled over to her bed, and curled under the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.
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"Mar! No!" I shout over the crowd. Marie is standing on top her balcony, threatening to jump. I'm in the middle of her room, pleading for her to stop. The crowd is screaming.

"Mar. Please. Come here." I plead, taking one step closer.

"Why!? Why can't I be happy? Why can't I, Luke?" She asks, turning to me.

"You can! What makes you happy Mar?" I ask, taking another step forward.

"You do. You make me happy. But, I can't be happy when you cheat on me. What did I do, Luke? What did I do to deserve this?" She cries out, while sitting down on the edge of the balcony.

"Mar! You can be happy! I didn't cheat! You did absolutely nothing! I love you." I say. "I'm sorry."

"I am too." Marie says, swinging her legs over the edge, nearly jumping.

"Marie! No!" I scream. I run over to her as she jumps. I was too late.

"No. NO. STOP. MAKE IT STOP!" I scream.

"LUKE!"

I gasp and sit up. "Mar?"

"Luke are you okay?" She asks.

"Mar!" I throw my arms around her, and begin to cry. She hesitates in my arms, but relaxes.

"I thought you were gone. I'm so sorry." I cry.

"Luke. It's okay." She says.

I immediately tense up. "I'm sorry. I should go." I stand up and walk to the door. I take one last look at her, before leaving her and her house.
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It's been one month. One solid month since I have seen Mar. Honestly, it has been hell. All I have done is sat in my bed, in the same clothes because they smell like her, and do nothing. The only time I get up, is to go to the bathroom. The boys are getting worried about me. I haven't eaten in days, all I do is cry, it's not healthy. Then again, neither is being away from her.

Ashton walks into my room and sits on my bed. "Luke. We're going to a café. You have no choice. If I really need to, I will bathe you myself, dress you, and drag you out." He says. "It's just not heathy."

I sigh. "Okay. Let me shower." I sat up, gathered clothes, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Hey Luke?" Ashton calls.

I turn around. "Yeah?"

"Thanks. I really didn't want to bathe and dress you." Ashton says, smiling.

"Yeah. That makes two of us." I say, and go to shower.
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I walk into the café with Ash, and we see Calum talking to a girl. He mouthed to us to sit at his table.

"I don't see how that is any of your business." The girl snaps, and stands up. Oh my god. It's Mar. She goes to walk past us, but nearly trips over a little girl. The girl says something to her, and pushes up her jacket sleeve, revealing cuts. Tears began streaming down both my face, and Mar's.

Mar hugged the girl, and she ran back to her mother. Mar looked at me, her eyes wide with sadness. Then she walked away, ignoring our cries for her.