Silenced Heart

Luke Hemmings loves the fame. The sound of the girls screaming his name and the flashing lights. His band members see this, so they make a bet. If he can last without the fame, he'll be paid. Luke goes back to school, and he meets a girl who flips his entire world upside down. When the bets over, he has one of the biggest decisions he'll ever have to make: leave her or hold on for as long as he can.

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15. Chapter 15

-Luke-

Hope wanted to go home after I had finished my shower.

"I think it would be good for me to go now," she steadily spoke, her eyes trained on the fridge once more.

"Ok." I wasn't going to fight with her, trying to point out that it was still pouring out. She nodded her head. "Do you want to eat first?" I asked. She nodded.

I made her eggs after she had confessed to being hungry.

"These are really good," she complimented, smile bright. I thanked her, taking a night of my own breakfast.

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She didn't wait to leave after she threw her sink into the dish.

"Want me to take you?" I suggested. She shook her head, slamming the door with a short and simple "bye."

I threw myself onto my sofa, a groan escaping my lips.

That girl is so....I don't know. Very hard to get to.

Today is Sunday, I thought, another groan audible.

I decided to be somewhat active, swinging my legs off the coach and strolling to the door, bending down to tie my shoelaces.

Ross agreed on taking me somewhere.

"Any ideas?" he asked, staring at me in the rear-view mirror. I shrugged, a lightbulb going off.

"Target!" I cheerily boomed, a bright smile on my face.

"Got it." He tapped in the address on his phone before the black Cadillac's engine roared to life.

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"I'll just wait here for you," Ross informed me, lounging back in the driver's seat. I sent him a nod, skipping into the store.

These aren't as nice as Australia's targets, I spoke in my head, perusing through the perimeter. There were moms confronting their children on running away, teenagers throwing their heads back, and other adults just trudging around.

I went straight to hunting for some merchandise for our band, my mission failing.

"Do you have any Five Seconds of Summer merchandise here?" I politely queried to the worker. She looked at me like I had seven eyes and six arms.

"I have no clue who they are," she curtly responded, walking away. I huffed before I rose my head, seeing Hope.

"H--" I cut myself off, realizing I wasn't dressed in my 'disguise'. She turned around, opposite to where I was. I peeked around, seeing Hailey calling her name.

"Hope! Hope! Look," she ordered, her face glistening. "They have One Direction and 5sos!" She was hopping around with little squeals.

So, Hailey does know about us, huh?

"That's so cool," Hope sarcastically mocked her. Hailey frowned.

"It is cool. Get over it!" She stomped away, four notebooks in her arms.

Hope shook her head with a huff before following her niece to the makeup section of the store.

My eyes floated along the path she took, watching her eyes scan the shelves with a grim line on her lips.

"Hope!" Hailey called again. Hope turned and started to walk to the sound of the voice.

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I was wrong when I said that no one knew who I was. I had been shuffling through the racks of t-shirts when a teenage girl ran up to me, eyes glistening, begging for a picture.

"Uh...sure," I sincerely stated, smile glowing. She tried to keep her excitement contained as she fished her phone out of her parka pocket.

"Thank you!" she gushed, giving my lower torso a tight squeeze.

"No problem." She grinned, waving her fingers as she ran back to her parents.

I watched the girl turn back around after telling her mom who I was. Her mother turned around to inspect me, a frown on her pale, chapped lips.

"He's a punk," she mouthed to her daughter, who was currently in hysterics over our meeting.

"Nuh uh," she fought back before her mom gripped her by the arm as they started to walk away, her dad rubbing his temples.

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I went home after that, having enough of the public to last me another week or so.

I climbed back into the car, my eyes shut, a sigh seeping through my lips.

"I'm tired," I confessed, throwing my head into my hands roughly.

"Shouldn't be too tired. You have a show tomorrow night," Ross informed me, ruining my relief and peace.

"Woohoo," I sarcastically cheered.

The drive home was only about ten minutes long, but my sleepy state made it last for an eternity...or so it seemed. My heavy eyelids fell and rose with each breath. I tried my hardest to keep myself from dozing off, but I lost the battle in the end.

"Kid, wake up," Ross shook me, his tone firm.

"No." I swatted his hand away, a whine escaping me. "I want to sleep. Go away," I commanded. Ross chuckled heartily at my response.

"Fine. I'll just leave you in the car." His footsteps trailed off as I feel into my heavy sleep once again.

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"I was kidding," Ross stated, "I didn't think you'd fall asleep again."

We were making our way back to my apartment at 3am. I had literally fell asleep in the back of the car for more than four hours. Ross didn't know I stayed out here, but when he checked, there I was.

"I was tired," I told him. "I wanted to sleep." Ross shook his head.

"Goodnight, Luke. Remember you have school tomorrow. Please, please don't oversleep." I nodded to him before shutting the door to my apartment.

I shuffled to my bedroom and flopped onto the mattress. I sleepily searched for the covers, but couldn't find them. I have up with a huff, throwing my tired body onto the bed.

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I didn't listen to Ross.

I overslept.

I didn't mean to, yet I did. My alarm woke me up, all right, but I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and didn't bother to get up for it again.

Ross barged through my door with the key I have him, moaning and groaning about how he told me not to oversleep.

"I told you! You're an hour late for your classes!" I tried my best to block out his annoying voice, but I failed. "Get up!" I didn't feel like dealing with him anymore.

I complied to his orders and got ready for my day. I almost forgot my gel and glasses on the way out the door.

Would've been bad.

Ross stomped on the gas then minute I had secured my seat buckle over myself. He didn't hesitate to weave in and out of people, keeping his eyes on the road the entire time.

"Slow down, man," I warned him. He sighed and lessened up on the gas, but he was still driving at nascar speed.

He quickly pulled up in front of the sad building, unlocking the doors for me.

"Bye," I muttered, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

The class stared at me like I had six eyes and three ears when I strolled in, apologizing to my physics for my tardiness. He grumbled something under his breath while scribbling on his binder.

I stumbled through the rows until I reached my desk in the back.

Hope was about four seats in front of me. I could recognize the back of her head, as creepy as that sounds.

The rest of the school day was a blur, but Ross was waiting in the parking lot for me. I fumbled with the handle until it swung open.

"Have a good day?" he chirped, bright smile on his face. I nodded my head, chucking my bag to the side.

 

 

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