Punk Love (Luke Hemmings)

Who's there?

Angel's POV

I dropped all the guns and weapons I was carrying at our bed and sighed.

I'm so tired but I can't get to sleep. I was always thinking what's going to happen tomorrow. What if I die tommorrow?

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I ran a hand through my hair and sat down on the bed full of weapons. Flashes of children with their families being bitten and infected. Their screams started to fill my ears making it burn a lot. I quickly put my hands on them and tried stopping the burn but it won't stop.

"STOP IT!" I screamed dropping to my knees as tears came flowing down to my cheeks.

The door suddenly went open with heavy footsteps while a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. I opened my eyes and saw Calum, Michael, Ashton and I assumed Luke was the one holding me but I couldn't hear what they're saying for all I hear is screaming and whimpering of the people I saw on the news.

I saw them moving their lips but all I hear is nothing from their voices.

"I can't hear you." I cried gripping Luke's arms on my waist as he start giving me little kisses on my shoulder with a few tears running down to his cheeks and down to my shirt.

"Angel, calm down. I'm here. We're here." he whispered against my skin as I started to regain my normal self again. Leaning down to his arms he didn't stop whispering or giving me light kisses but he layed me down on his chest rocking me back and forth.

I stopped crying and sat back properly facing Luke.

"Sorry about that." I mumbled getting up but a hand stopped me.

"You've been acting a bit strange lately ,Angel." Luke said standing up so I have to look up.

"How?"

"Since you found out what'c happening all over the world, you've been distant." he sighed and let go of my arma and I let it fall beside me , lazily.

"I know." I whispered.

He lifted my chin to face him so I couldn't look away. His blue eyes were tired just like my brown ones. I have been selfish, thinking I wasn't the only one taking this worst.I mentally slapped myself for being an amerikan idiot who's in Australia.

"Let's make dinner." I smiled up to him and he smiled back.

"Or we can make something else." he said wiggling his eyebrows at me while tickling me.

"Stop it Lucas." I laughed.

Eventually he stopped looking at me in the eyes. I just realized that our position is him hovering over me, his legs at either side of me and arms beside my head. Honestly, I like it. No, I love this position. It gives me a feeling that he can be strong and protect me.

"As much as I love this position, we have to get up and cook because I'm hungry." He pouted , standing up and ofering me a hand which I gladly took and stood up.

"Yeah." I smiled and went down with him on my tail.

"Angel, I'm hungry, make me a sandwich." Michael shouted as we entered the kitchen ,past them.

"SHE'S NOT YOUR FUNCKING MAID MICHAEL." Luke shouted grabbing my waist and hugging me from behind as I make Michael's sandwhich.

I reached for the nutella jar but I couldn't open it and Luke's too busy to even let go of me so my only option right now is Ashton , who is reading a book at the kitchen island.

"Ashy." I called and he looked up.

"Yeah?"Ahston said putting down his book.

"Could you open this?" I said putting out the nutella jar.