SINCE DAY ONE ― luke hemmings ?

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"Though Alice said he smells bad so that's one point off the list." Cal made it a point to remember, sprawled against the sofa that I shook my head in our unbelievable debate. "So, what's next?" Mike found the remote and since we've already watched seven movies today, I feel so terribly tired and woozy from the flight.

Switzerland went by so fast that now, we're back at the UK on a tour bus, which I really missed, and on our way to five more cities before everything's over. It was pretty wild these past few days, everyone was still at the edge by Luke's revelation and they still really haven't got over how we're seen almost always holding hands, or pictured so many times while Luke's hands never went away my shoulders. It was so weird seeing my face sprawled on every tabloid again but there was a tinge of—proudness. As if I could fully boast that he's my man. God—that makes me feel like a teenager again.

We're currently on our way to Glasgow, this time, we're taking our sweet time around more TV guestings and interviews. Kyle and I's work cut out for us I still—um—couldn't really find the perfect time to tell Luke everything. And I feel like crap more and more the days dragged on. But I found a free day for the boys this weekend, maybe, I could finally tell him by then. But that was still a shoot for the stars.

I just hope everything works out.

Today also marks my second check up and while we're near the hotel, I still couldn't rack my brain with an excuse to disappear for a few hours and come back without anyone ever noticing. I thought of a few excuses, one less believable than the other I tried relying on my small height and my ability to disappear in the crowd. Although—I feel like it's a bit hard when I'm sharing a room with—Luke.

He insisted that I stay with him on the last cities and I was a fool to say yes when I realized I had to do things like this. There was a sliver of moment there when he figured to sleep, keeping me close to him while I edit the footage from the last diary—and that as soon as he drifted off, I grabbed my bag and hurried all the way out.

Finding a good hospital on Glasgow was easy enough, the nearer, all the more better that I waited out by the doctor's room for my findings. Hospital visits almost always makes me iffy for some reason. Maybe it's just the overall fear of it coming back when I least expect it. Even now that my life was going easy—all the more I'm bound to be cursed again. It's an endless roller coaster. Just when I think things are going better? Reality almost always strike hard.

It was just to my relief when he went out with good results. Warning me to take it easy from drinking that I feel so stupid about being so lax about alcohol again.

On my way home, I found it easier to call Eric while I was walking back, figuring nobody knows me while wearing the same bucket hat and glasses, and that my brother would've wanted to hear about the results instantly. [Theo? What's the result? Where are you?]

"I'm in Glasgow, and I've already got it. Everything's perfect so you don't have to worry anymore."

[Well, it's not that I'm worrying about more. It's you. And Luke.]

"Yes, and we've talked about it the other day."

[I know, Theo. But when are you going to tell him?]

"Soon. I just—wanna find the perfect time."

[Will there ever really be?]

I sighed, turning to the corner where I found the hotel nearby. It was luck the hospital didn't have to be far. "Eric, let's just be happy that the results are—" I dumbly looked down at the papers I was holding on, not noticing a figure right in front that I bump my arm from hurrying and accidentally dropped the papers.

"Shit. I'm sorry!" The figure followed me to grab all of it down at the ground and it stopped my hands midway from grabbing when I feel like my heart was—going to jump out of my chest from—that voice.

[Hey, Theo? You alright?]

"Y-Yeah. I'll call you back."

My head slowly leveled up, my hands full shaking all while looking at a man frozen on the sidewalk with me, his eyes trailed amidst the papers that fell from my hand—I couldn't breathe. "Theo?!" He lowered his glasses down—and—and shit. "I—Is this yours?!"

"Cal..."

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IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG
i got stuck for days and it sucks huhu
but ya'll, i really wanna do a twilight fanfic
now. fell down that hole these past few days
stop me pls hahahahaha :(((