Imagine [L.H]

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Here's an Ellie edit I made at the top/side it makes me sad after what happens in this chapter anddkssnana :(

Again, Lilly Collins plays 19 year old Ellie for those that don't remember

LUKE'S POV:

"Ellie, open the damn door, you've been in your room all day."

No response.

"I thought you wanted to come watch us perform," I sighed.

She hasn't been out of her room since this morning, but even then, something was off about her. She was all frown-y and didn't want to talk to us.

I put my ear up to the door, attempting to hear what she was doing. I heard nothing. Maybe she's asleep?

Ellie never takes naps, only if she's sick. And she's not sick right now.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and put my hand to the door knob and turned it. She locked it.

"Ashton!" I yelled. Ashton came seconds later with a confused look on his face.

"What?" He yawned.

"The door is locked," I stated.

"And?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"And...Ellie never locks her door, ever."

"What are you implying?" Ashton asked, shifting in his spot.

"I'm not implying anything, you're the one that knows where all the keys are at," I shrugged.

"Let the girl be," Ashton shrugged me off and began walking away.

"Ashton for fucks sa-"

Ashton smacked my arm while he glared at me. "Sorry for cursing, but she never just locks herself away Ash, you know that."

Ashton hesitantly gave in and went to go search for the key. He came back a few minutes later with a key in hand and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said before unlocking the door.

Ashton snoopily watched me as I was about to enter her room when I stopped. "Ash, I'm sorry but can you um go? I kind of think she's upset because she only gets like this when she's sad and she says she doesn't like when people see her cry."

Ashton nodded understandingly before walking off downstairs.

I turned back towards her door, quite nervous as to what I'd see.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans before opening the door and walking in.

Ed Sheeran was playing softly as I entered the room. Her phone was on her bed as was she. I smiled as I walked towards the other side of the bed. She has to wake up so she can go watch us perform, she promised she'd come.

I saw a small bottle of pills on her bedside table and a piece of paper with my name on it. Sleeping pills. That's the bottle we bought yesterday.

I hesitantly grabbed it and opened it.

No.

It's empty.

"Ellie," I whispered, shaking her shoulders lightly.

She didn't move.

"El, please stop fucking around. This isn't funny," I said quietly, shaking her a bit harder.