You Promised (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

Right There

Cassidy’s POV

10:59 PM.

I had fallen back to sleep, but woke up to the uncomfortable heat.

Throwing off the layer of warmth, I relax as the cool air settles onto my skin.

The room doesn't spin anymore, yay.

However, my nose was congested.

Great.

I try breathing through my nose a couple of times, but give up and breathe through my mouth.

I look around to find my laptop at the foot of the bed.

I really didn’t feel like sitting up and dragging it over.

Instead, I wiggle myself around like a worm until my head was right next to it.

Pushing the screen open, I propped myself onto my elbows.

Twitter. Checked.

YouTube. Checked.

Gmail. Checked.

Skype...

I first log onto my personal account, nothing.

Then, galactic.trap18.

10 min ago.

Penguin1996: Hey

Penguin1996: You there?

My fingers flew across the keyboard to respond, despite his icon said: offline.

I could hear him watching something on TV in the distance.

Galactic.trap18: Hey

Penguin1996: Hey

Galactic.trap18: What’s up?

Penguin1996: Not much :P Watching Harry Potter

Galactic.trap18: :OOOO WHICH ONE

Penguin1996: Prisoner of Azkaban

Galactic.trap18: :OOOOOO I LOVE THAT ONE

Penguin1996: Is there anyone who doesn't love Harry Potter?

Galactic.trap18: Ikr

Penguin1996: What r u doing?

Galactic.trap18: Thinking

Penguin1996: Mhmm, same

Galactic.trap18: Harry Potter?

Penguin1996: Nah, something else

Galactic.trap18: BUT YOU’RE WATCHING HARRY POTTER, HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE. IT’S. HARRY. POTTER.

Penguin1996: lol, it’s more important

Galactic.trap18: You clearly need to reevaluate your life when you say Harry Potter’s not as important, being a rock star must’ve knocked the senses outta you