Imagine [L.H]

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LUKE'S POV:

I hurt Lacey and I hated myself for that. Someone was hurting her - I felt it - and I wasn't there to help her.

I pulled at my hair in frustration as I kept feeling that Lacey was being punched, kicked, and thrown.

I narrowed my eyes in concentration; I can't see what she's seeing, I can't hear her talking, all I felt was the pain she was feeling.

It hurt knowing she was getting hurt and I couldn't speak to her.

I need to tell her to defend herself, the hits she's taking are pretty bad.

I can't believe someone would abuse someone as perfect as her.

"Lacey baby," I whispered, titling my head back, tears beginning to prickle my eyes from pain and hurt.

It's my fault we're parted. If I hadn't stayed where I was and gone to the cart she was standing at we wouldn't be separated.

I broke my promise to Ellie.

She can't know that I did it. She'll hate me and I can't have that happen.

I'm glad Ellie came into my life. I'm glad she stopped me from suicide, because if I had ended everything Lacey would've died also.

Lacey can't die. I know that we'll most likely never see each other again but there's this voice in the back of my mind saying that we'll see each other again.
L-Luke, I heard Lacey whimper.

I blinked; she was sitting in a forest, her legs were bruised and her hands contained blood.

"Lacey! Thank god," I sighed.

I felt her smile, my lips curved up slightly.

It-it hurts Lukey, she whispered.

"Talk to me," I said softly, putting a hand on my knee. She could feel my touch, so I used that as a comforting action.

I heard her sniffle quietly and let out a shaky breath.

He asked me if I loved him, she began.

"Who's 'he?'"

Nate, she said blankly.

I nodded.

I had to say yes - I don't though - because if I didn't he'd get mad. So I said I did, but he saw right through me and h-he h...hit me, she cried.

I furrowed my eyebrows together, feeling anger rise in me. "Men aren't supposed to hit women," I said through clenched teeth.

I know, but I couldn't do anything about it. I'm sorry.

"No no, don't apologize," I shushed her.

I could've defended myself so you wouldn't have gotten hurt. I can't hurt the people I love, she said quietly, hiccuping slightly as she cried

"I don't care if I get hurt," I whispered. "I care more about you than I will ever care about myself."

I love you, she said randomly.

"I love you more," I said quietly, pulling my knees up to my chest. "I miss you so much. I miss your touch, your presence, and overall your adorableness."

I fought the urge to look at myself in the mirror, I haven't been eating regularly so my face has thinned out a lot more. I look so worn out, and it hasn't even been a month without her yet. I don't want her to see me like this again.

Lacey suddenly got up from where she was sitting and walked up to a small stream. Her reflection clear enough for me to see.

My heart broke at the sight. A reflection broke me, the reflection of hurt, pain, and despair clear in her chocolate eyes.

I know I look like shit, she tucked a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. But I figured that since you're in front of a mirror, I should show you me too.

I smiled slightly before Calum entered my room, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. I hate when he doesn't knock. No one ever fucking knocks in this house.

I titled my head to the side to get a good look at him before I turned back around and rested my chin on my knees.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked, sounding as confused as ever.

"La-nobody," I said quietly, tugging at my hair in frustration.

I can't tell him that I can hear Lacey. He'll think I'm crazy. I'm not.

"I thought I heard you talking," he furrowed his eyebrows together as he sat down on my bed.

Think of an excuse Luke.

"I was...practicing singing a new song," I said slowly, mentally applauding myself because that was an amazing excuse.

"Can I hear it?" He asked, a look of curiosity crossing his face.

A blush creeped up my face as I struggled to find the words to say.

"I uh I'm still working on the lyrics," I said smoothly, casually leaning back and sneakily reaching for my guitar that was lying beside me.

He hummed in response and laid down, hand lying across his stomach.

"Michael and I got into a fight," Calum said quietly, sniffling slightly.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and looked at him; I've never seen Calum so sad before.

I stood up from where I was sitting and sat down cross legged on my bed. "What happened?" I asked softly.

"B-before I came back I kinda..." He trailed off.

I raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to what the hell he was talking about.

He groaned while rolling his eyes. "Before I came back home I was kinda questioning my sexuality," he said quietly, playing with his fingers.

"Okay and...?"

"I sorta had...um s-sex with a girl and I told him and he got mad and now he's not talking to me," he frowned.

"You shouldn't have told h-" Calum cut me off.

"But that's not what hurt me," he whispered.

"Then what was it?" I asked.

"He said he loves you..." Calum said slowly, glaring at me.

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