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.


27. Chapter 27


I held her tightly in my arms, possibly cracking her spleen in the process. Her chest heaving up and down while her breaths rose and fell with lightning speed.

"I missed you," she whispered into my chest. I replied to her statement with a short and soft hum.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room of the five star hotel the boys and I were staying at until our next trip.

Hope pulled away from our tender and loving embrace, her eyes subtle and indescribable. Her lips parted slowly, like she was still revising the words she was about to speak in her mind. The words delicately slipped out, all sense of tension slowly fading away. "I don't want to leave," she spoke with her bright eyes still focused on mine. My hand reached for hers, very slowly wrapping around her soft and delicate one.

"Then don't leave," I suggested. A beautiful smile appeared on her face once my words reached her ears.

"Okay." She crawled over to me, her head resting on my chest and her hands intertwined with mine.

Hope's breathing was soft and heavy about five minutes later. I was staring at her flawless profile.

She was purely breathtaking. The way her forehead curved down to her nose before it curved out and slightly up. The way her lips were so full and delicate and her eyelashes fanned out over her stunningly pale cheeks. Everything about her was beautiful, but I haven't told her.

I rested my cheek on her head, taking in one long drag of air before I slipped away into wonderful dreams, filled to capacity with images of the gorgeous girl who was laying in my arms.



Hope woke up the next morning, eyes red and cheeks puffy.

"Were you crying last night?" I asked, placing my hand on her forearm. She shook her head and shuffled over to the bathroom and flickered on the light switch.

"I look the witch that had the house land on her," she muttered loud enough for me to hear. I chuckled and walked up behind her.

"Nah. You look more like the zombies on the science fiction channel," I commented. The death glare she flashed sent me on my way into the kitchen.

"You know, if you're trying to flatter a girl, why not try to compliment her hair or her outfit. Don't tell her she looks like a cannibalistic monster," she yelled while I plopped myself back onto the couch.

"You're not most girls, though. You can handle a little bro on bro conflict." She poked her out from the bathroom, eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed.

"What did you say to me?" I shrugged and crossed my arms.

"You took that like comment like a champ, and that shows that you're not like many other girls. Most girls would've turned around and slapped me with fountain eyes. You just kicked me out of the bathroom." Hope grunted and flung a hair tie at me after my speil to make her believe that I was trying to compliment her. It obviously wasn't working.

"What do you want for breakfast?" she asked me as she strolled into the kitchen with a new look than her gremlin attire.

"I want cereal, but to my dismay, we have none," I remarked, eyes rolled completely. Hope rolled her eyes as well, but to signal that she found my statement childish and irrelevant.

"Well, find something else, Luke." I stared at her for a moment, taking in all of her sassiness and subtle acts of hatred mixed in with actions containing such love and friendship that we could sit around a campfire right now and fake the whole crowd out. She made me wonder what she was thinking at all times. Whether her thoughts were controlled by fear or worry or if she was picturing rainbows all of the time.

She was a very unreadable girl, and I loved it.

"Do you want some oatmeal? They're some packets in the cabinet," she said, standing on her toes to reach them.

I crinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue in disgust. "Yuck," I grumbled. Hope shot me a look of dismay as if to tell me that I was, indeed, trying the oatmeal.

"I really don't want to try it," I whined, squinting my eyes while Hope handed me a mug full of the oatmeal.

"Please?" she pleaded with puppy dog eyes. She pouted her bottom lip, and I gave in.

"Fine," I groaned, swallowing the spoonful I had eaten.

"Is it good?" she asked with bright eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, earning a smile. "Yay!" she squealed, doing a little sway and jig while she ate her breakfast.

I'd eat anything to see that smile again.



Hope insisted that after I showered and we finished doing the dishes that she had to go back home. I tried my hardest to get her to stay, though.

"Can't you stay for just a little bit?" I begged, holding my hands up as a plea.

"Luke," she groaned, "I have to let my family know that I wasn't murdered." She chuckled. I leaned on the doorframe outside with her standing next to the doorway.

"You sure you can't stay? We could watch a movie?" I asked, a smirk playing at my lips. I could tell that she was contemplating over the two possibilities, but she shook her head.

"No. I really have to go, but I'll call you when I get home?" I sighed and nodded with the same smirk still evident on my lips.

Right before she turned around after waving I gripped her wrist and pulled her back in.

"Wait!" I shouted. I leaned in, watching Hope's eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips. I smirked and pecked her cheek. "Goodbye," I whispered in her ear. She nodded and whispered a faint goodbye, clearly breathless.

You sure can play a girl, Luke.


Do you guys hate me? I'm sorry!!!!

I had tryouts for soccer last week and I had two parties this weekend. I still have to read two books in three weeks for cool, and I'm so stressed out. UGH.

I'm so sorry this is late, but TODAY I'M GOING TO WWA. AHHHH. LET US FREAK OUT OKAY.

Alright, so I will update another chapter but Sunday. I know I'm way off my schedule, but I'll get back. Don't worry ;)

Hope you enjoyed this very, very, very, very short chapter. I'm sorry for that, but I promise the next will be extra long. Okay.

Love you all!


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