lonely heart, luke hemmings

> I PROMISE YOU

alexa.

"go away, luke."

"alexa, it is nine am." luke whines, trying to take the pillow from my grip. "time to get up."

"hardly." i tell him, "it's like three am at home. give me a break." i whined back at him, him responding in a soft chuckle.

"we've got some here to be, hurry up. we will get you a redbull or something."

"where?" i open one eye to see his face, his grin taking up his entire face.

"michaels, we're throwing a party for your arrival."

i nodded with a groan, turning over onto my back and looking at him.

"hurry and change, we leave in ten."

he leaves quickly as i get up and lock the door, grabbing a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark green cropped tank top.

i brush my hair out and put on mascara, and put on my white high top vans.

i grab my phone, wallet, airpods and some pads (just incase) and rush down the stairs.

"ready?"

"as ready as ever."

—

we pass by all the houses in this gated community, and apparently luke notices.

"it's pretty, right?"

"it is." i say, in kinda an awe. "it's gorgeous. sydney is pretty, but gosh is it beautiful here as well."

luke laughs softly, "wish you could live here, huh?"

you have no idea, luke.

i don't answer, and nothings else is said until we pull up to michaels home.

i got out of the car, and immediately hear a squeal.

"is that alexa i hear?!"

i gasp, turn to the front patio and there michael clifford is.

i jump, rushing into his arms and giving him the biggest hug ever.

"oh my gosh, you're so much taller! almost as tall as me, and my god has your hair grown."

i smile, touching my hair subconsciously.

"come on in, we've got everything."

—

it's gorgeous in here. michael introduced me to his amazing dogs, and i took some photos i'll definitely be posting later.

i step away for a second to grab a drink, but here my phone ringing.

fuck.

it's my dad.

"dad, hey." i mumble.

"alexa, you've been at jacks too long. come home, he's probably getting tired of you, you're needed at home." he says in a raspy voice.

"i'm, im not at jacks, dad?" i mumble even quieter.

does he not know?

"than come home from wherever you are, alexa hemmings."

"i'm not near home, dad." i clear my throat, "i'm at luke's."

there's a pause for a second where breathing isn't even heard.

"you're what."

"california, with luke."

"alexa georgia hemmings. your mother must be worried sick, im buying you a plane ticket right this instant."

"what? dad, no." i snap.

"excuse me?"

"mom knows."

another pause of silence, nothing is said and nothing is heard.

"fuck you, and fuck your mom."

line dead.