You Promised (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

Missing

Luke’s POV

I wake up alone in bed.

With my eyes closed, I rolled around, trying to find a cold spot.

With no luck, I pick up my phone and squint at the time.

2:03 PM.

“Damn,” I whispered.

We must’ve stayed up late last night, or today.

Peeling back the sheets, I walk into the bathroom and notice a post-it on the mirror.

 

Hey, I went out for work and stuff. Call or text me if you need anything ~Cass

After I hop into the shower and wash away the lingering feeling of sleep and got back into my PJ’s.

A little ding! went off from my phone.

A Skype message from galactic.trap18.

Galactic.trap18: Hey, I’m not busy right now, wanna hangout?

Penguin1996: Sure :)

Galactic.trap18: Meet me @ Riverside Park

Penguin1996: Kk

Penguin1996: U know, after a year of keeping ur identity a secret, should I really be trusting u?

She sent a emoji of it rolling its eyes before another message popped up.

Galactic.trap18: I don’t bite, r u coming or not?

Penguin1996: Yea, where do I meet you?

Galactic.trap18: Message me when you get through the park entrance on Hamilton street

Penguin1996: There’s a cafe across the street, want anything?

Galactic.trap18: Yea, I know, thanks but no thanks

Penguin1996: K, c u later  

Once again, I change out of my sweats, and into a striped long sleeve, ripped skinny jeans, and of course, my pair of black converse.

Along with a black hoodie thrown over.

I was about to leave the flat when I couldn’t find my keys.

I swear I had left them on the kitchen counter, but it was no where to be seen.

5 minutes passed, then 10.

From flipping over blankets, and throwing pillows around, they were still hidden.

I pull out my phone and a few taps later, I find myself staring at the year old text.

It was the last text she sent me after what I had said.

Luke: It’s easy, I’ll show you

Luke: I don’t love you in that kind of way

Luke: See?

Cass: No, you obviously can’t see

I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Luke: Hey, do you know where my keys are?

Cass: They’re in the top right drawer of my desk

Cass: I found them on the bathroom counter this morning

Luke: Thanks, I must’ve taken them out of my pocket

Cass: Np

The window had it’s curtains pulled back, letting light spill into the room.

Her bed was made, the white covers were smoothed out, a few wrinkles lining the edges.  

The papers and books that cluttered her desk top was neatened into their own stacks.

I walk over to her desk, and bend down to grab the top right drawers handle.

The set of keys laid in the middle of miscellaneous things.

A few trinkets, envelopes, little pieces of paper with her handwriting scrawled across.

I pocket the keys and try to shut the drawer, but it decides to fight against me.

Instead of sliding back smoothly, the drawer gets stuck, no matter how much I tried jiggling and pushing it back.

When I manage to get the drawer closed, I reopen and close it to make sure I didn’t break anything.

The drawer slide shut smoothly, as if it were to give me a smug smirk.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I mutter, but I couldn’t help but laugh myself.

I notice a envelope had fell from it’s spot, tucked in the back.

Pictures spilled out.

I smile as I collect them into my hands.

The smooth paper felt old, but comforting.

It’s been so long since I’ve held developed pictures, that you would have to physically go and get them done.

Now, it’s all online and digital.

I shuffled them around, reading the messy handwriting and dates on the backs.

They were taken what seems like ages ago.

I flipped them over, smiling at the faces that looked back into mine.

I couldn’t help but cringe at the pictures of us when we were about thirteen.

Calum, Michael, and I looked ridiculous with our haircuts.

I looked through the rest, my eyes softening at the ones of Cass and I when we were toddlers.

Besides those, it was mostly pictures that Cass sneakily took of our small group of friends.

A few from our band practices.

Michael and Tracie laughing.

Calum and Michael throwing popcorn at each other.

They all brought so many memories.

Cass was never in these pictures, but was there to take them, capturing our movie nights with everyone in her basement.

I placed all the pictures back into into it’s rightful place when my hand brushes something soft.

*********** Author's Note ***********

XD What a cliffhanger. Don't worry, the next chapter will be out soon :)