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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18. Chapter 18

I kept my promise and wrote this VERY long chappie for you this week! Please enjoy!

Here's this week's chapter!

Maria

-Hope-

Hailey woke me up on Tuesday at three in the morning, hysterically crying.

"What's wrong?" I quickly spoke, pulling her into a hug.

"I-I don't know," she whispered.

"Is this serious or One Direction?" I asked, loosening my grip on her.

"I...I really don't know," she stated in a soft tone. She tried to quickly wipe her tears, but they continued to flow down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a cliché manner.

"I think so," she told me, avoiding any eye contact. Her eyes were fixed on her Niall Horan poster.

"Do we need to listen to some One Direction?" I offered with a chuckle laced in.

She giggled and nodded her head.

We spent two hours listening to Midnight Memories on repeat. Hailey had fallen asleep around five, but I stayed up.

She was laying in my arms, her head on my shoulder. She was breathing softly in a steady pattern.

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Due to staying up for three hours the night before, I had a hard time staying awake at school on Tuesday.

Carson kept nudging me secretively in History, trying to get me to stay awake.

"Hope," he hastily whispered, poking my side which made me quietly squeal.

"Everything alright back there, Hope?" Mr. Larkons asked me. I nodded slowly. "Ok." He went back to jotting down notes on the white board.

"Stay awake!" Carson warned, walking with me to my second period class.

"I'm tired," I moaned, giving him a glare.

"Well, you have to stay awake."

I listened to him and tried my hardest to keep my eyes open until it was time to leave.

But, with my luck, Carson wanted to work on our project again.

"I'm too tired!" I protested.

"Do you want a good grade, or naw?" he joked, causing me to stifle a giggle.

"Or naw? You watch too much vine," I told him.

"Hey, that's some classic Nash Grier for you! Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me!" I started to laugh while we walked down to his car.

Well, the car his driver drives him around in.

"Hello, Hope," Ross greeted me. I flashed him a smile while we both climbed into the back seat.

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Carson and I had started with the topic of employment for the new portion of our project.

"This topic's hard," he complained, throwing his head into his lap on top of his note pad and pen.

"Too bad. You're the one who wanted to work on it today!" I retaliated, blaming him for the difficulty of the topic.

"I just thought you'd rather hang out with me than someone else," he told me, waving his hands around to demonstrate his point.

"That's true, but I could be sleeping right now," I grumbled.

We continued to work until it had become too much for me. I left my things on the floor and joined Carson on the couch.

I layed my head down on the pillow on the opposite side from him. My feet stretched out right before they hit him.

I fell asleep within five or ten minutes.

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I don't know how long I had been asleep for, but it obviously was a long time because when I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of the window and noticed that the sun was already starting to go down.

"You're awake," Carson proclaimed, smiling widely at me. I forced a smile, rubbing my eyes with my balled up fists.

"I'm tired," I whined, causing him to chuckle.

"Tired? You were just asleep for two and a half hours! You left me here to watch TV all by myself," he complained, pouting at the end of his sentence.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "but I was tired." I sit up, facing him.

"It's ok. Are you un-sleepy now?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Um...I think so," I murmured. He nodded his head then turned back to the television that was blasting a comedy.

"Are you hungry?" he questioned, standing up and strolling into the kitchen.

"Yeah," I admitted, "but I don't want to eat here," I blurted out, feeling guilty right after.

"Same," he agreed. "Know any good restaraunts?" I pondered over the million places to eat in Philadelphia before a light went off.

"Yes!" I shot up off the couch and gripped his forearm. We raced out and over to get Ross.

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"Where are we going?" Carson asked for the tenth time in three minutes.

"I can't tell you!" I replied, etching my eyebrows together in annoyance.

"Please," he begged, placing his hands near his heart.

"No." I continued to give Ross the directions to the destination I wanted to arrive at.

"Turn left," I told him. He followed my orders and made a left at the upcoming light.

"It's somewhere with food, right?" he asked, his eyes widening. I have him a smile and a nod.

"Make a right, here," I ordered, Ross following my route. "You can park in this lot," I suggested. Ross made a left into the parking lot across from the restaraunt.

"What's Tony Luke's?" Carson asked, scanning around the lot.

"It's a cheesesteak place," I informed him, hopping out with a smile.

"I haven't ever had a cheesesteak," he sheepishly admitted.

"Well, then, you're a loser," I bluntly stated, chuckling and pushing him along.

We walked in, the delicious aroma filling the small area.

"It's tiny," he whispered, taking a look around at the various tables on the left and where you would order.

The tables were all crammed over to the left while the right was open, with a little counter where you would order.

"But it's great!"

There were about two or three turns in front of us before we could order.

"What should I get?" he asked, his eyes fixated onto the menu board, various options crowding the small object.

"I'm just getting a cheesesteak with American cheese. Do you like onions?" I questioned, getting a head shake in return. "Then you should get the same." He nodded his head, turning back to face the person now ready to take our order.

"What can I get you?" the older looking man asked. He was in his mid-thirties, most likely.

I went first by politely asking, "Could I please have a regular cheesesteak with nothing but American cheese and a root beer?" The man nodded his head, punching my order into the register.

"Anything else?" he finished.

Carson added, "May I please have the same but with a sprite?" The man nodded once again, tapping the order into the register and tallying it up.

"That'll be $13.68." I fished around in my pockets for a twenty I had shoved in there.

"I've got it," Carson offered, rummaging through his pant pockets and ripping out a twenty.

"Thanks," I whispered, a small smile on my lips.

"Name?" the man queried.

"Carson."

We walked over to a table in the corner of the place and sat down.

"I'm starving," I groaned, clutching my stomach dramatically.

"I am, too," he mumbled, glancing back to the ordering counter as if our food would magically appear, ready for us to grab.

"That's the only thing about this place," I started, "they take a bit to get your food out because there are always a bunch of people," I finished.

"Do these come with fries?" he asked, mouth watering. I sheepishly shook my head, annoyed for not have mentioning that. "Oh. I'll go order some," he told me with a smile on his face.

Twenty minutes later we were sat down with our food in front of us.

"This is really good!" he said, his eyes bright with joy.

"I know," I answered with my mouth full. My cheeks heated with the embarrassment from eating like a total pig. I swallowed and apologized, "Sorry. I'm so lady like."

That amused Carson, seeing as he started to laugh.

"Nah. It's fine." I looked up to see him smirking in amusement.

"Um...is it good?" I randomly questioned, wanting to change the topic.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, dropping his sandwich and waving his arms.

"Good."

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"Thanks for dinner," I thanked him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"No problem. Thought I'd buy you some yummy food because you're an awesome partner." I looked up at him, trying not to laugh.

I couldn't help it, breaking out into fits of laughter from his dirty statement.

"Ugh! I didn't mean that!" he chuckled, throwing his hand over his eyes.

"It's fine," I giggled.

We rode back to his apartment because I needed to get my stuff.

"Uh..thanks....for tonight," I awkwardly thanked Carson, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"No problem. Want to work tomorrow, too?" he asked, his blue eyes shinning bright in the dim light of the moon.

"Yeah. Sure," I responded, smiling.

"Ok. See you tomorrow," he proclaimed while I walked up the steps to my front door.

"Bye," I whispered, pushing the heavy door open then shutting it.

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