Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~


35. Chapter 34

Natasha’s POV

I sighed, looking at the time. 6pm already.

I reluctantly got out of bed, slowly making my way to the kitchen. I was starving. I skipped lunch, and I barely had any breakfast.

Just as I was about to open the fridge, I heard a knock on the door.

I ignored it, continuing to rummage through the fridge to find an apple.

The knocking continued, causing me to groan in frustration, slamming the fridge shut.

I angrily made my way to the door, peering through the window to see who it was.

I saw Luke, Ash, Mike and Cal standing there, looking extremely excited.

I rolled my eyes, wondering what they did now.

I yanked the door open, making their grins get even wider.

“HEYY TASHY,” Mike said excitedly.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, obviously not happy.

“We have something to give you,” Luke grinned, shaking a huge bag in his hands.

“Can we come in?” Cal asked eagerly. I raised my eyebrows but still stepped aside, allowing them in.

 “What’s in the bag?” I asked, causing them all to grin.

“Well you’re about to find out,” Luke said slyly, brushing past me. I shrugged, following them in the house.

“So tell me,” I said impatiently when we had all sat down.

“Well you see,” Ash said, bouncing up and down in his seat. “We decided to make a little something to try cheer you up.”

“Yes,” Mike squealed, grinning. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Here you gooo,” Luke sang, handing the bag over to me.

I slowly peered into the bag, only to see a blank piece of cardboard.

“It’s a blank piece of cardboard,” I stated blankly, giving them an ‘are you serious’ look.

“Look on the other side,” Cal urged, all of them starting to bounce around. I turned the cardboard over, only to be greeted with the most beautiful thing I had seen in a while.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, slowly taking it out of the bag.

It was a collage, of many important memories I had shared with my mum. There were pictures of my mum giving me a piggy back on my 7th birthday, and another one where I had just broken my arm and mum was cuddling me.

“Where did you get these?” I asked, awstruck, admiring every single picture.

“Luke’s mum,” Mike said, smiling. “Do you like it?”

“Do you feel better now?” Luke asked hopefully.

I buried my face into my hands, starting to tear up.

“No, no, Tashy, why are you crying,” Ash said, panicking.

“No, no. I’m not sad. I’m just, touched,” I said, laughing.

“This is one of the nicest things anyone’s done for me in ages, and all these pictures bring back such nice memories. Except for the time I fell face first in the cake,” I said, laughing.

Suddenly I spotted a photo of four of them in the corner, pulling the most hideous faces.

“What were you even trying to do in this photo,” I said, laughing.

“We were trying to make you happy by making ourselves look stupid,” Ash explained, all of them nodding in agreement.

“Did it work?” Mike asked hopefully.

“Yes,” I said, grinning. “It did.”


Luke’s POV

We all ended up crashing at Natasha’s place that night, all of us sleeping on the sofas. We spent the rest of the day laughing and joking around, having as much fun as possible on Natasha's mothers death anniversary.

Just as we were all about to drift off the sleep, we heard the front door unlock.

Natasha shot up, a panicked look on her face.

“Shit my dad’s home,” she whisper-screamed, jumping up, starting to panic.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” I whispered, hugging her.

“Mike, Ash, Cal, get out by the window at the back of the house. Make your way to my house, because Tash and I are going to go there as soon as we can. Quickly, before he comes in,” I said urgently, as they all scrambled up, picking their belongings up before they went.

“What do WE do,” Natasha said, as they all ran to the window. She looked the most scared I had seen her in ages.

“Shh... We’ll go up to your room. Come on,” I whispered, both of us starting to run up the stairs.

“Why the fuck are you running away, bitch,” a man’s voice said, causing Natasha to freeze.




I'm really sorry but I've been in bed with a fever, and still am. so i won't be as active as i usually am.

I'm really sorry ));

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