Complications ||L.H.||

7

Bryn's POV

It's been five days since the video of Luke and I got posted on Twitter. The whole world seems to know about it; except Luke. Cal, Ash, and Mikey somehow managed to keep it a secret from him. I have no idea how because I think I have seen at least 5,000 tweets about it, mostly harrassing me, and about a hundred posters at concerts. 

I have broken down about seven times already. My panic attacks usually occur late at night when everyone is in bed. I don't want to worry everyone about it, so I just bottle up my feelings all day then lock myself in the bathroom and let it all out, making sure to turn on the shower so know one hears anything. Because of the late nights I end up asleep all day which saves me from any interaction with anyone except for the brief thirty minutes when I'm awake that I use to eat and use the bathroom. 

I don't think I've talked to anyone in three days. They try, but I shut them out. 

Its midnight now. My phone is buzzing spastically beside my head, but I don't bother checking it. I know what all the tweets say. 

"WHO THE FUCK DOES THIS GIRL THINK SHE IS? MAKING OUT WITH MY LUKE? I'LL KILL HER!"

"GO KILL YOURSELF"

"THAT WHORE, HE IS MINEEE"

And other things of that nature.

Someone pulled aside my curtain and I rolled over, pretending to be asleep. 

"Bryn, I know your awake," Luke sighed. 

I grunted in return. He put his arm on my shoulder; I pushed him off. I heard him let out a gasp of exasperation. 

"Bryn please talk to me. What's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I croaked, my voice hoarse from not talking for so long. 

"Scoot over," he ordered.

"Wha-"

Before I could argue he slid his legs into the bunk, pushing mine against the wall. Then his torso was pressed into my back, his arms around my stomach, and his breath warm on my neck. He intertwined his legs with mine so we could both have a little more room.

"Luke, what are you doing?" I whimpered. Now was about the time most of the panic attacks started, and I could feel another one coming on. I was crying, shaking, and trying so hard not to hyperventalate because there was limited air in here. 

"Shh," he cooed, brushing my hair away from my face. "It's okay. You'll be okay. Everything is going to be okay..."

He kept repeating this over and over while stroking my hair. Eventually the crying stopped, but the shaking did not. Luke squeezed me tighter, then turned me to my face was in his chest. We stayed like that until I stopped shaking and we both feel asleep. 

***

When I woke up, Luke was gone. He hadn't been gone for long, however, because I could still feel his warmth on my back. I rolled over and rubbed my eyes, knowing today would be the day I would have to face the world.

Not by choice of course. 

The guys had a interview set up today in Los Angeles today and they asked me to come along with them. This was pre-video, of course, so I said yes. 

I crawled out of bed and was immediately attacked by my brother. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight and lifting me up in the air. Calum tried to spin me around, but the walkway was very narrow so I ended up smacking Michael, who was just coming out of the bathroom, with my ass, then hitting it on the bunks.