SINCE DAY ONE ― luke hemmings ?

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"I won't." Calum pulled away, his back turned away from me as we both wiped our cheeks clean as if we never cried so much from that unexpected revelation. It must've bothered him a lot when he pulled me back inside to eat something and he didn't look much like himself. There was something far out from his eyes and I was scared. So scared he'll realized how fucked up it is that I've done it to them. To his best friend.

"Luke deserves to know the truth, Theo." He said while looking down at his food.

"I—I know. I've actually heard that many times and I didn't know how to tell him without—losing him." My heart ached again, like it's some fragile glass shattering just from the mere thought of going back to zero. Going back to looking at him from afar while he hated every fiber of my being.

"You can't do both with the truth, Theo." Calum managed to choke out, surprising me. "You can't keep worrying you'll lose him or else you'll never have the courage to tell him." He... was right. "Just focus on the truth and nothing else. We're here for him, Theo. We're never gonna let down our fans. We're not gonna let him do something stupid."

I bit my lip, "Would you promise me another thing if it comes to worse, Cal?" His eyes darted at mine instantly, "If he learns the truth, and hates me forever for it. Promise me you'll help him get over me. Once and for all." Calum reached over my hand on the table as tears threatened to pour from my eyes again. "I love him so much so, please, take care of him. For me."

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"Theo? Hey, bub. You okay?" I could see glimpses of Luke as I try my best to open my eyes. They feel so swollen at the moment that I merely covered myself with a pillow and adjusted my vision enough to feel a comforting hands over my arm. It rendered me out of breath as I reeled back memories from last night.

I remember passing out at the couch of Calum's room after crying for hours while he never left my side. He managed to stop me from drinking the bottle of vodka all the way, and had also kept my papers for me because he probably knew I was too drunk and stupid to function right. Calum wanted me to tell everything to Luke soberly, and one that we could talk over inside the room. This room. Here in Glasgow.

But pulling down the pillow now and seeing a face so near to me, so close that everything I wanted to do was look at him all day and never get tired of it. It—hurts already. "Good morning." He muttered sweetly, like a melody that warmed my ears and shattered my heart more. "Where were you last night?" Luke asked while I gulped the dryness of my throat and looked away.

"Calum." I say short, "We tried to finish a bottle. But I guess it didn't work out halfway and I'm definitely not gonna function right today." He smiled, his pearly whites into view as he drew close and gave me butterflies as he kissed the top of my head and drew himself up.

"Well, we have a gig today so might I suggest you shower fiest because you really stink—" I threw him the pillow, hearing his laugh all over the room when I stood up. Holding on my chest tight just in case my heart decided to fall out of it. "Oh, and hey!" Luke's arms suddenly circled over my waist just before I made it in the bathroom, making my heart beat even faster than when I was running soon when he nozzled over my shoulders and sighed. "I missed you." Goddamn it. "I missed this."

I definitely cried on the bathroom after that. Because it truly is gonna hurt when I finally say it—tonight.

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