You Promised (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

Disconnected

Luke’s POV

It happened a year ago, around this time at the end of August.

“Hey babe,” I smiled.

After a long day of interviews and other stuff, the moon rolled in while the bus moved down the empty road.

“Heyyyy Luke,” Aleisha smiled.

 

It was about 2 in the morning back at home, I wouldn’t blame her if she was sleeping, and didn’t answer my skype calls.

 

“How’s everything?” I asked.

She let out a soft laugh, “Good, you?”

“Same, we’re working on some songs.”

“Did galactic trap ttttttalk?” she asked.

 

I told Aleisha about the mysterious songwriter we’re working with.

So far, all we know is that she’s a girl.

But I decided to leave our midnight talks out.

I watched Aleisha adjust her phone so I sat between her pillows, a perfect angle of her face buried in her comforter.

Her eyes were shut, waiting for sleep to come back as she laid in bed.

“She reminds me of Cass,” she mutters.

 

I thought about it for a minute, and nodded.

 

They both were wise, funny, talented, and loved music.

But of course, I’ve never seen galactic’s face.

 

“Except I don’t know if she love’s you like Cass,” she mumbles.

My attention snaps back to the sleepy voice.

“W-What?”

“Sheee loooooovvvves you,” she giggled.

“Have you’ve been drinking?” I asked.

Laughing at my question, she looks lazily at her phone, trying to focus on my face.

“Whhhhhattttt, Braaad you’re crayyyyyyyzyyyy. Crazzzzyyy in looovvve, like Cassss iz with youuu” she slurs.

Her words rung into my earbuds, leaving me stunned.

“Brad?”

Her drunk mind trailed away and dismissed me.

“Y-you know? I’ve- I’ve prac-ti-cally, had to drrrragggg you away from th-at clingy useless skank away from you.”

I didn’t need to smell the alcohol in her breath, to know that she was a hot mess.

To the point where she had to stop and sound out each word.