Scars • Luke Hemmings (au)

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"Luke.." I muttered into the fabric of his shirt as the sound of his hysteric sobs faded. My grip around is torso loosened as I retraced my arms so they were looked in between our bodies. "Can we just forget about what happened, please? You were probably over emotional after all that happened."

He quickly pulled away from our embrace and took a step back as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Do want me to just forget about this?" His eyes flared with frustration and shock. He took step after step backwards as he distanced himself from me. "Fine. Fine, I'll just forget about my first kiss. And the girl that I'm slowly falling for. Fine, if that is what your will; so be it." He said with an angered glare as he quickly made his way off the roof.

Fuck.

*

After sitting on a concrete roof for hours in a row, I felt like dying.

God, I hate myself. Why can't I just keep my big mouth shut. It would benefit everyone.

The sky had began to set as I smoked up my whole package of cigarettes; cigarette after cigarette, one after one they disappeared as smoke in the air and ashes on the ground.

I still had Luke's jacket over my shoulders for some sort of warms and familiarity. My eyes were dry from not letting the tears fall.

The music was blaring in my ears on the highest volume. Basket Case by Green Day to be exact.

I slowly hummed along with the Lyrics as I lost my self in the calm of music. But, of course, my rest and ease had to be interrupted by a quiet presence beside me. I opened my half lidded eyes and turned my head to look at whoever had sat down beside me.

The fist thing I noticed was their curly blonde hair tied back by a faded blue bandana. But then I noticed their hazel green eyes and realized it was that Ashton boy who I've never really spoken to, so his presence kind surprised me.

I pulled out my headphones and stared at him. Waiting for him to actually say something.

But he didn't, so I took iron my own hands to find out what he wants.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spit out. Yeah, I was still kinda pissed off.

His eyes widened at my outburst and he leaned back in shock. His mouth opened and closed in an attempt to say something but he didn't know what so he just shut up.

He was getting on my nerves. "Well? Are you gonna tell me or not?" I asked a bit less venomous.

He immediately relaxed and gave me a half smile.

"Um... We are changing roommates." He said in a deep voice. H let out an embarrassed giggle and looked down at his hands.

"Wait, what?" I exclaimed and gave him a bewildered expression.

He gave me a sad smile and scooted a bit closer.

"Everyone is changing roommates and Nina decided to put me in your room as she putt Luke with Michael." He said slowly as if I was a complete idiot, which I realized; I was.

I slumped back and let out a big groan at the pain in my back went like swords through out my spinal cord.

"Fuck!" I yelled in pain.

Ashton quickly stood up and picked me up from the cold ground in bridal style.

"Ashton... You don't have to carry me. I'm a grown girl." I told him through gritted teeth.

I heard a chuckle emit from his throat.

"Yeah, and we can see how that turned out."

He carried me down the flights of stairs and we ended up in our room.

He softly put me down on my bed as I quietly thanked him. I hadn't realized how tired I was until a huge yawn escaped me and I buried myself in my blankets and blacked out.

*

"Riiiissseeee aaaannnnd shhhhiiinnneee!"

"Fuck off. I don't care if you're so the Queen of England; I will not hesitate to strangle you with the Xbox charger and then feed you to the pigeons on the roof." I whispered in a serious voice to whoever dared to interrupt my precious sleep.

"Oh... So you're homocidal, huh?" The male asked in a joking voice. Ashton.

"Yes. Now, piss off." I grumbled into my soft pillow.

"Okay, geez! I'm just trying to be a good friend, you don't have to be a bitch about it." He muttered and I heard the door slam shut.

I felt bad for being rude but I haven't really had 'the time of my life' recently.

I sat up and dragged myself out of bed. I quickly got out of my clothes from yesterday and dressed in a pair of ripped black skinnies and a ripped Nirvana shirt. I put on a pair of worn out black Converse.

I ignored the hoodie that called for me and put on loads of bracelets instead. The bracelets only covered my wrists and a bit of my arm but you could still see most of my cuts because the were all over my arms.

I brushed my hair and the dark strands feel straight down my back.

I quickly left the room and walked into the dinning hall where Ashton, Calum, Lynn, Michael and Luke were sat by a table. To my luck the place next to Lynn and across from Ashton were empty so I grabbed myself an apple and sat down.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. Or more exactly my scarred arms that were showing.

"Holy hell..." I heard from in front of me and I noticed that Ashton was staring at my arms in disbelief.

I stared down at my hands and quickly rose up from the seat I just took.

"Mind your own businesses." I spat and quickly exited the room. I bumped into Luke's chair on my way because of him sitting furthest out and he spilled juice all over himself.

I heard them calling my name as I ran to hide in the darker parts of the library. I went down a random lane and sat down with my back against the bookshelf and my knees pulled up to my chest as quiet sobs emit my throat.

My chest felt like exploding and at the moment I really wished it actually would.

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A/N: Did I put to much in one chapter? I seems like I did... Well fuck that, I promised some of you that I would publish on Friday and according to my watch; there's 10 minutes left of today.

Xx

(Ps. I imagine the library like the library at Hogwarts to be fully honest with y'all x)