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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30. Chapter 30

-Hope-

My phone dinged about fifteen times at the crack of dawn on Saturday. I let a groan escape my lips. I raised my shade, listening to the sound of the placid rain lightly hit my window.

"How are you today, Hope?" Hailey asked me. I hadn't noticed her braiding her hair into two long ponytails at her vanity.

"I'm fantastic," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I had a terrible cold, my nose was red, my eyes were puffy, and I was struck by a gift in the middle of the month. If that isn't a blessing, then I don't know what is.

"No, really," she inquired, her eyes filled with worry. She'd noticed the drop in my enthusiasm and charisma over the past three days.

"I'm okay, Hail." She didn't know about what happened that night. I didn't feel the need to concede my sadness. If people cared enough, they could figure it out for themselves.

"Hope," she said wearily, "if this is about your parents or Luke...really anything, you can tell me. You know I'll listen, right?" I let out a low sigh. I felt terrible for shutting her out and watching her worry about me, but some things are better kept to yourself.

"I know, Hail. Thank you." She nodded her head and went back to finishing her braids.

It turns out that Hailey had a date that day, so when there was a loud knock on the door, I opened it and told the poor kid to leave.

"If this is some boyscout promotion, we don't have the money to donate. I'm sorry. We're poor." The confusion that was written on his face made my eyes narrow. "You are a boyscout, correct?" The tall blonde shook his head, sending his fluffy hair into chaos.

"Hope," Hailey called behind me, "this is Liam," she said to me, her teeth clenched with nerves.

"Oh...." I shrugged, giving him my hand to shake. "Hi, Liam. I'm Hope." His hazel eyes were wide and taken over with confusion.

"Let's go, Liam," Hailey said, grabbing the boy's hand and shutting the door behind her.

"Bye, guys," I shouted when the door slammed. "Home alone again," I sighed, my body collapsing on the couch.

Three hours later and I was enveloped in four blankets and eight pillows. I had my own fort built around myself on the couch. A girl needs to improvise when the heat is turned on low. The Goldbergs were on the television, a bowl of popcorn in my lap.

My grumpiness was masked with laughter and joy for about an hour and a half of the Goldbergs until there was a knock at the door.

I set my popcorn aside, trudged out of my citadel of blankets, and stumbled to the door. I opened it and stood still.

"Hey," the familiar face smiled.

I was sat on the couch, wrapped back up in my blanket castle, staring at the body sitting across from me.

"You never told me why you're here. You're supposed to be in California," I said, my voice a hostile tone.

"Our flight was canceled. Once the rain picked up, they canceled all of the flights until Tuesday. We had to reschedule our concerts. We're catching the earliest flight whenever we can.

I nodded. My eyes were glued to his face. I could sense his uncomfort from my glare.

"But why are you here?" I asked, making my question more specific. His eyes met mine. They were darker than usual, like all joy was drained from the usual bright and gleaming blue.

"I wanted to say I was sorry." I let out a cold and rough laugh. "I didn't mean it that way. I get that it sounded really terrible, but I didn't mean it like that." I shook my head, biting hard on my lip to retain from screaming.

"I don't care what you meant. You said what you said." Luke's eyes shifted to the floor.

"What I meant was look at who you are. Not look at you, you're such a pity case. I don't think of you as a pity case, Hope. I never have, and I never will." My eyes were surely burning a hole in the side of his face.

"Oh, so you meant look at her, she's pathetic?" Luke threw his head back in frustration. I understand that I was being a bit unreasonable, but I had every right.

"No!" I flinched at his sudden outburst. "Hope, I think you're amazing, and I don't know how many fucking times I have to say it, but I will say it as many as you want for you to realize that I love you!" He sat back down, his face blank from shock. My expression was identical.

"What..." That one word threw him into a whole other state.

"I love you..." he repeated, his eyes now meeting mine. "I love you." He finalized it before he was on top of me, his lips connected with mine. My eyes widened before I melted in to his touch. He pulled back, his eyes as bright as his smile.

"Could I get these out of the way?" he asked with a smirk wider than my eyes.

"Please," I begged, shuffling out from under the heat of the comforters and pulled him back to meet me.

.

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"Do you have to leave, Luke?" I questioned, my head resting on his chest while my fingers twiddled with his.

A long sigh escaped his mouth along with, "I think so." I dropped his hand and turned my head up to look at his face.

"I wish I could come," I said, my eyes shutting when his lips made contact with my nose.

"Why couldn't you?" he asked. I giggled, my lips pecking his over and over.

"I think I'd distract you too much," I replied, smiling.

"I think you'd distract every guy that looked at you," he said, making me laugh. "Mostly me," he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my neck. The feeling sent chills down my spine.

"Ditto," I giggled. "When will you come back?" I inquired. He smiled, placing his lips on mine for a few seconds.

"We have three shows in California before our break. We have a few weeks break before the boys and I go on our tour." I sighed, knowing he'd be going back to his family over the break.

"So when will I see you?" His smile broke out wider than it already was.

"I was hoping you'd come back with me." My eyes widened.

"Ha ha. That's funny, Lucas." He shook his head.

"I was actually quite serious," he said, his eyes focused on my face.

"Luke..." I sighed. "Cheryl and Mike won't let me go. I'd love to, but they'd think I was nuts. I've never left this state, let alone the country. And they wouldn't approve the fact that I was going with someone other than them." He shrugged.

"I think you should at least ask. How long do you have off for winter break?" I shrugged.

"About three weeks?" He smiled wider than he already was.

"Perfect. You could come to Austrailia with me for only about two weeks and then we'd come back." I sighed, and layed my head back onto his chest.

"Let me ask them, okay? I'll try to coax them into the idea, but I'm warning you to not get your hopes up." Luke kissed my head softly to signify his approval.

"Too late. They're already through the roof." I shook my head and smiled.

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The next night, we were all sat around our small, square dining table, munching on our grilled chicken and rice. I scanned around the table, everyone was staring at their plates, the silence comforting. I sucked in a quick and deep breath before opening my mouth and closing it.

I started slowly, "So, how was everyone's day?" All eight eyes were staring straight at me.

"Mine was nice," Cheryl replied, giving me an odd look. I sighed and nodded, my fork flicking at my pieces of meat. I opened my mouth again.

"I had a question," I said, feeling my hands start to clam up. Cheryl nodded for me to keep going. "Uh..." I sighed once more. "Luke has a break," I whispered loud enough for her to hear. I had noticed that no one else was really paying attention now that the television had been turned on.

"Yeah?" she said, nudging me to continue.

"He asked if I'd go to Australia with him for a week." I let the words out quickly, terrified of what her response would be.

She laughed, and shook her head. "No. Absolutely not. Tell Luke to bring another girl home because you're not going." I sighed and started to use my many tactics of whining and complaining to reserve my seat on that plane.

"Cheryl!" I begged, dropped my fork and clasping my hands together right next to her face.

"No, Hope! I barely know this kid. Why exactly would I let you fly across the world with a total stranger?" I frowned.

"I know him perfectly well. Plus, if you don't now him as well as you'd like, just look him up on google." She shook her head, pointing a finger to the laptop we had set up on the coffee table.

"That's another reason. This boy is known everywhere, and you could get seriously hurt by one of these maniac girls." I  laughed, shaking my head.

"That argument is completely invalid. We'd be at his house." She sighed, running her hands through her hair. Mike came to sit with us at the table once everyone else had moved to the couch.

"What are you girls talking about?" he inquired with a smile. I groaned, pointing to my sister-in-law/aunt/mom.

"Cheryl won't let me go to Australia with Luke." I was trying to make my voice as whiny as possible, knowing that soon they'd give in from the annoyance building inside of them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Australia?!" he asked, his voice rising a bit in shock.

"Yeah," I said, my voice softer. "We'd be with his family. He has a break, and then he goes back on tour. I want to see him for as long as I can," I explained, embellishing on the subject as much as I could to bias their vote.

"Hope," Mike started, biting his lip, "do you really expect this...to work?" At that moment, I promise you, a nice chunk of my heart shattered at the bottom of my stomach.

"What?" I whispered, my eyes staring straight into his, searching for some fact behind his conclusion.

Cheryl joined in, "He's right, Hope. Luke is famous. He doesn't have time for a serious relationship. You can try, but you might be the one who gets your heart broken. Boys in general aren't the most understanding, and once you throw a spotlight in there, all hope has been lost." My mouth was agape, my eyes settled on my plate in front of me. I felt the tears building up.

"I love him," I whispered so low that I could barely hear myself. Cheryl reached for my hand, but I moved it away. "I'm going on that trip. If things don't work out, then you win. If they do, I'll be waiting for my apology."

I stood up and moved to the sink, dropping my plate full of food into the soapy water. "Thank you for dinner," I spoke, my voice shaky.

After that, I called Luke, telling him to book me a ticket.

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GUYSSS. I'm so sorry for the late update. Really, I am, but that's why it's extra long and filled with drama!!! (not really but quite some of it).

I will already be wokring on this chapter by Thursday, but I won't be update until NEXT Thursday. So not this week, but next week an update will be up!!!

Okay....love you guys! Enjoy!

Maria

 

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