Problems With You

♡Prologue♡

I get everything packed up for the move and turn around to gaze at my now empty room. My room had consisted of a queen size bed, a tv, posters, a dresser, shelves, a loaded walk in closet, and memories. My blue walls that are now a tanned color with the scent of fresh paint still lingers in the room. My occupied room that would host parties, sleepovers, hangouts, and study sessions will forever be written in permanent ink on these walls.

My memories of heartbreaks, fangirling, sobs, and pure happiness will be the small breeze that blows into this cubical, it will always stay. No matter what family, or individual who buys this house will never break the barrier of memories that I have played here since when the first dayb I was born. This is my first ever move to a different house, and a different state.

Never have I've been out of this state of Mississippi. My parents have been talking about this move for such a great amount of time, and I am especially sadden about this sudden change in my life. I have made to many friends that I do not want to leave at all. No no.

I walk up to my window ceil with my carry on clutched in my small, peachy hand. I glance out there for a slight moment while shutting the window, then turn back towards my door. My backyard is another place where I made a lot of my childhood memories.

We are not in the brightest place in the world. We live- well I should say lived in what they call a Ghetto. Ghetto here are-not to be racist- where the black people (im so sorry if that offended you. This is what we say in the south) dont care for their homes, and it ends up to be a very bad neighbourhood.

My parents kept up really well around, and outside the house. Not to be mean or anything but our house is the cleanest one out there. I go over to the corner where my suitcase, bass guitar, and my bags full of necessities all lay. I grab the handle on my suitcase, and pull it up so its standing. I bend down, grab my bags and set them on top of my suitcase. I grab my guitar in my other hand and roll out of my-the room. I head straight for the front door and see my parents packing up and a couple of familiar cars roll in.

I have a sly smile perked up on my face when I reconize all of the cars the pulled up. "Mom can y'all get this?" I ask while pointing towards my bags when I start to walk to the cars. "Sure honey. You have five minutes though," she said without turning around. My two friends come running at me with arms open wide and tears starting to glitter in their eyes.

I run towards them while tears start to fall from my blue eyes. We then embrace into a hug and a fit of tears. "Please don't go," my friend Missy sobs. Missy or Missoula is pretty much the peppy girl in my group of friends. Her hair is a white, lilac color that is always pinned up with some hair accessory. She always wears bright colors, and little bit of makeup. She doesn't need anything any other than mascara because of her modeling family. She is kinda average in height. Missy is the only girl in my friends that dont like classic rock, and rock songs like me and Mary Quinn.

Mary Quinn is my other friend that is embracing me in a hug. She has light brown hair and tanned skin. She looks like a peppy girl like Missy but, if you got to know her she is the total opposite. "Im going miss you girls," I say while squeezing my arms around them a bit more while they giggle with the tears. We all let go, and I look behind them and smile towards the figure that is standing next to his car with his hands tucked in his pocket.

He looks up and flashes me that lovely smile that I have grew a fond of many years ago. "Go on," Missy urges, and I give them a smile and a nod then walk towards him. His blonde hair is now spiked up, he is wearing a white t-shirt with jeans and black vans. I pretty much run up to him and throw my arms around his tall waist. He returnd the favor by wrapping his arms around me while we rock back and forth. He then kisses me on the top of my head while I flutter my eyes closed when his plump lips brush against my hair.

"Hollie," his Australian accent rings throughout my ears and warms me throughout my body. I look up, and he is looking down at me. "Yes Luke?" I ask, and he pushes my dirty blonde hair out of my face and onto my ear. "Hollie, promise me that if you ever come back. Please find me first thing. I love you and never forget that,"

A/N

Omg I am so excited to write this its like OH MY GOD. lol. Just letting you guys know this is a Luke Hemmings fan fiction so if you got confused... I dont blame you. Actually I do cause his face is on the cover of the story. lol :P

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