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.


33. Chapter 33


I shoved by body up, using the strength of my upper body to lift me from the jail of comfort that I call my bed. My fists rubbed most of the sleepiness from my eyes. I heard a grumble come from behind me, sending chills down my spine.

"Good morning," I said, a tired smile forming on my lips. "Did you sleep well?" The few more mumbles and grouchy slurs that left Hope's mouth suggested otherwise.

She sat up in a slouched position. Her dark hair was knotted and frayed across her shoulders. "You kicked me about thirty times," she moaned, her eyes full of annoyance and sleepiness.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." She shook her head before turning away while trying to hide a growing smile. "I see that smile," I snickered, shoving her shoulder. She whined and slapped my hand. "Listen, girly, I'm not so much of a morning person, either, but I don't want you to be grumpy this whole trip." She sighed and nodded.

"I'm really not a morning person." I shifted under the covers, pushing them off of my legs, which were roasting under my sweatpants and comforter. Hope followed my actions, except she was wearing a pair of very short shorts. I watched her stand up, stretching out her torso by raising her arms above her head, giving me access to glance a peek at her visible stomach. "Stop it, pervert," she demanded with an evident blush on her cheeks that she did her best to mask with a glare.

"Don't tease me," I begged. She yanked her shirt up and put it down in a record time of 0.2 seconds. "Now that's just being mean." I pouted, my bottom lip pursed.

She turned on her heel with a huff and opened the bedroom door. "Can I make cereal?" she whispered, noticing that the house was extremely quiet, being that it was just after dawn and my parents were still asleep. I nodded, urging her down the stairs with my hand on her back.

I ushered her into a seat, planning to impress her with my Iron Chef cooking skills. "I was going to make cereal," she said, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Would you rather eat wheat shreds or be amazed by my world class chef techniques?" She pondered for a bit before choosing option A. "Oops, you get choice B."

I made my way to the cabinet above the fridge, pulling out pancake mix. "Just observe the way I pour in the two cups of water. It's absolutely intriguing." She let out a laugh, followed by a snort.

Once my first four pancakes had cooked completely and browned, I dropped two on each plate. I set Hope's dish in front of her. She suspiciously eyed the golden alien-like creatures on her plate. "They're edible. I swear." I watched her take a bite out of the first pancake, and she proved me wrong. The pancakes were inevitably not edible.

Hope finally got her cereal that she had been dying to eat, and this time she wasn't preparing to have her ear talked off by a guy who was totally impressed by his own cooking skills. I watched her take in a big spoonful of her food. She eyed me suspiciously.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm a cheeseburger?" I chuckled and shrugged, resting my head on my chin.

"Maybe if you weren't as pretty as a cheeseburger then I wouldn't have to stare at you." Her cheeks flushed deeply, but she was a master at hiding her nerves.

Hope stood up and walked over to the sink, where she placed her dish in. The dishwasher had finished its cycle, and Hope decided that she would empty it. I laughed as she stood on her toes and tried to shove a plate into its place on the shelf.

"Do you need help?" I asked. She huffed and shook her head. Though she thought she had it, I'm positive that she didn't. I stood up after she gave up. She had the plate extended toward me.

I stood up and strolled over with a manly physique. I gripped the plate with both of my hands, squatting with my arms out in front of me.

"I've been preparing for this my entire life." Hope rolled her eyes and chuckled. Stationed flat on my feet, I slid the plate into the cabinet with ease. Hope sighed.

"I hate being short," she grumbled. I smirked, squeezing her hips.

"I don't hate it." She refused to make eye contact. She knew exactly what she was doing, and, damn, was she great at it. I gently pushed her against the countertop, my eyes locked on the side of her face.

"Either kiss me or please move because I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic." She finally turned her head to look into my eyes. "I'd prefer that you kiss me, but I mean either one is fine." She cracked a grin.

I leaned down, placing my lips softly into hers. She smiled, her hands intertwining at the nape of my neck. I pressed my body against hers, and she pushed herself closer to me.

"Good morning," my mom spoke behind us, her voice a mixture between awkwardness and nervousness.

I practically flung myself to the other side of the room when I pulled away from Hope. "Morning, mum," I greeted her, my hand running through my hair the back of my head.

I looked over to Hope. I tried not to smile when I saw that her face was on fire. Her cheeks were so red and the rest of her face was pale. Her tiny mouth was agape in both shock and embarrassment.

Her hair was an absolute mess, thrown up in a neat bun that was now tangled into a frayed and disheveled heap of hair. She had little creases under her eyes that were a shade darker than the rest of her face. The shirt that she wore had about three stains on it, and she also left a little bit of drool on my pillow that she slept on. Her breath smelled like a dog's foot and her teeth needed to be brushed, but oh my gosh, was she gorgeous.

"I need to shower," I blurted before I left Hope standing next to my mother with bright red cheeks. I scurried up the stairs and down the hall before either of them could object.

Once the door was shut and locked, I let out a sigh of relief. After I had showered, I dressed myself according to what I had believed we would be doing for the day, which accounted to most likely nothing. The items of clothing that adorned my body were very similar to what one would find a homeless person wearing.

I didn't bother to fix my hair, so it was messily rumpled across my forehead, small pieces still sticking to my skin due to the wetness. My sweatpants had a hole in the behind and a very, very noticeable coffee stain on the knee, and my tee shirt was over four years old, but I still walked down the steps with more confidence than many would expect.

I waited for Hope to come downstairs, and when she did my smile grew about 100x wider. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans and a dark green and yellow flannel, (we like to twin, even when it's not Tuesday) and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Though I prefer when she keeps her insanely soft hair down and to my access, she looked incredibly beautiful either way, and that's all that mattered.

"What are our plans for today?" Hope took a seat next to me, her hand resting on her knee.

I shrugged and looked down at my intertwined hands.

"I was hoping that we could actually stay in today?" She nodded, aimlessly staring out across the room.

"I don't care. But if we're staying, can I go put sweatpants on?" I chuckled and sent her off.

I closed the DVD player with the movie, The Sadnlot, in the slot. I didn't exactly get Hope's consent of the choice, but I knew she'd like it.

"What movie?" she questioned as she jumped down the steps.

"Have you ever seen The Sandlot?" Her yelp gave me the answer.

"I love that movie!" I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs.

"Good because I wasn't planning to change it." Hope cuddled into the corner of the couch, giving me a glance before looking back to the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Hope turned to me and giggled. "Luke," she whispered. I shook my head. "You're an L7 weenie," she said before she burst out laughing, tears emerging from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

"No I'm not," I whined. This made her laugh harder, which wasn't what I had planned to do.

Somehow, Hope had ended up sitting right next to me. I'm not complaining, but it was quite unexpected. Her hand was super close to mine and her shoulders were almost attached to mine.

"I had the biggest crush on Benny when I was little," she admitted. I snickered and pinched her cheek.

"Aw, does Hopey have a wittle cwush?" I joked. Her cheeks resembled the fireworks bursting in the movie. They were vibrant red and her pursed lips were the exact same color.

"I don't anymore, but I had one." I inched closer to her, my hand reaching for hers. She pulled her hand away and gave me a suspicious look. "Don't grab my hand," she cautiously warned. I scooched over to the other side of the couch, feeling totally confused. She giggled. "I want you to kiss me, not hold my hand, silly." My lips curled and my heart started to thump.

"Okay?" Her smile drew me closer and closer to her lips. I left a simple peck on her cheek and then moved to the other, followed by her forehead and the top of her nose. I then landed on her lips by leaving a short kiss.

"Good." Her eyes lit up and her hand intertwined with mine.


GUYS I'M SO SORRY. REALLY I AM. Christmas was just insane and schoolwork was *intensely sighs* and im sorry. I really am sorry.

This is quite a short chapter, but I promise a new one will be up soon. I least it's my update day!

I also want to thank you guys for all of the sweet comments.


This book hit over 200 favorites on Christmas!! That was the best gift anyone could've ever given me, and I want to thank you all for the support! Love you!!


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