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.


23. Chapter 23

To be honest everyone, I had only -Luke- written when I should have updated this. I'm so sorry.....

But I hope you all like it! Here it is!!!!!!




The boys and I weren't allowed to go home for Christmas. I was a bit annoyed, but I talked to my family over the phone.

I had been asking for a new electric guitar since last year. That's all I ever talked about: having a new guitar. The boys most likely got annoyed by listening to my moaning, so they all chipped in and bought me an electric blue guitar.

I must admit that I screamed like a little girl when I unwrapped it.

"Do you like it?" Calum anxiously asked, eyes wide. My mouth was hung down to the floor.

"I-I love it!" I screeched, standing up and playing it, though it wasn't plugged in.

"Good!" Ashton chirped while smiling brightly.




It was now New Years, and I was stood outside of Hope's, a bag of presents in my arms.

I stepped up to the door, my knuckles lightly tapping on the wood.

"I'll get it!" a voice called. That voice belonged to Hope.

"Carson!" she beamed, tugging me into the house.

"Hi, Carson!" Anthony chirped as he flashed me an innocent smile. I smiled back.

"I brought you your presents," I told Hope while pushing them to her. Her mouth opened and shut. She examined the presents that were wrapped in Santa Claus wrapping paper. I had Ashton wrap them since I'm hopeless in that category.

"Wow," she mouthed, not speaking.

" them!" I pushed. She nodded before she sat down on the couch, starting with the biggest one.

She took her time, carefully ripping each corner off carefully.

"Oh..." Her eyes widened when she saw what I had done.

It was a large collage of our selfies and pictures.

"Like it?" I asked, smiling from ear to ear. Her smile broadened.

"Love it!"

She continued to open her presents, grinning at the small things I had bought her. The last one she opened confused her.

"What's this?" she asked, holding up the envelope with her name on it.

"Open it, and you'll find out!" I replied as I folded my hands impatiently in my lap.

Hope opened the envelope with such patience and detail that it seemed as if five minutes had passed before she pulled out a piece of paper.

"Is this an invitation for our park picnic?" she queried, grinning.

"Yes. It is. March 20. It's on!" She giggled before she passed the paper to Hailey.

"Good. I have some plans, and you cannot ruin them!" I warned, pointing a playful finger at her.

"Gotcha," she replied, her fingers forming an okay sign.

"Ok." I was staring at her intently while searched the floor for an interesting board of wood.

"Let's go get food," I offered. She looked up, a smile prominent on her face.





We went to Tony's Cheesesteaks again. After the first time, I figured it would just be....our place.

Hope was laughing hysterically when we pulled up.

"What?" I inquired, furrowing my eyebrows as to why the girl was tearing up from the restaraunt choice I had.

"N-Nothing," she stuttered, trying to catch her breath.

"Let's go!" I pulled her by the arm and out of the door.

Hope ordered the same thing she did before, a plain cheesesteak with a drink.

"You're so boring," I commented, staring down at my piled high sandwich.

"No. You're just weird with all of your gross toppings." She waved her hand over my sandwich and scrunched her nose to show how disgusted she was.

"It's good. You should try it." My words appalled her as she shook her head rapidly.

"Ok then," I joked.

We sat down at a table at the back of the small dive-in. The bustling let me know that even on New Years break, this place was still jamming.

"This is really good," Hope complemented.

"Well, I didn't make it, but thanks," I replied, making her chuckle. The way her eyes crinkled with even the smallest lifting of her lips. It made my heart jump.

I don't understand it, honestly.

More than a couple months ago, I wouldn't have cared if I just passed her by the street, but now I feel so different.

The day I saw her upset at school....I knew she would be special but not this special.

Anything she does really had my head spinning, trying to come up with all of the possibilities of what could happen if she felt the same way for me.

"What?" she asked with her eyebrows knotted together.

"What?" I retaliated, my eyebrows following her actions.

"You were staring at me like I had cheese all over my face," she informs me, a small smile breaking on her lips. I eyed her lips, scanning them for cheese.

"There is cheese all over your mouth," I told her as she picked up a napkin and dabbed away at her mouth. "All good!" I gave her a thumbs up.

"Thanks, partner." I shook my head.



On the car ride home Ross was wriggling his eyebrows at me in the rear view mirror whole Hope starred out the window.

"Stop," I mouthed, shooting him the best glare in could concoct in my mind that would make him freeze in fear the best.

A part of me wanted to play along with what he was doing just to make him laugh, but the other really wanted to just for my sake.

I wanted to grab her hand, look her in the eye, and tell her how I felt about her.

But Hope was an odd, yet beautiful girl.

She always looked at you with a gleam in her eyes, but it was obvious that she was hiding something under her thick veneer. The gleam wasn't as bright as it should be. It was like she had a dull spot in that gleam, but there was more light around it to conceal the unhappiness.

"We're here!" Ross exclaimed, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Goodnight," I farewelled her, my heart thumping hard in my chest when she flashed me her soft smile.

"Night," she said, tucking a strang of her dark heart behind her tiny ear.

"See you back in school on Thursday," I called. She turned and waved her hand.

I counted the days and today was Sunday. Thursday was only....four days away.

That's enough time to get myself together.

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