You Again || Luke Hemmings

I'm Charlie. I live in Sydney, Australia with my mom. My best friend is Luke Hemmings. Well, you can say ex-best friend. He left Australia to go on tour about three years ago and never spoke to me again. But I'm okay with that, somewhat. He has his own life now, without me in it. This has always been Luke's dream, to become known to the world. I didn't want him to leave because I loved him. But I guess he didn't have the same feelings as me.


6. Chapter 6

~present day~

The memories just brought more tears to my eyes and I begin to cry even harder. I shouldn't even be crying though, I'm stronger than that. Ashton hugs me tightly and quietly says, "It's ok Charlie."

As I wipe my tears away, I hear the door open. I look up to see my mom walking in.

"Charlie." she says with a sad smile on her face. Ashton let's go of me so I can get up and hug her.

"It's happening again, Mom." I choke out.

"It's ok baby, it's ok." She strokes my arm and squeezes me one more time before we release each other.

"I don't know why I'm crying. I'm such a baby, sorry." I say, wiping away my excess tears after a small period of no one talking.

"It's ok to cry." Ashton says, who was now standing up.

"No, it's not. I shouldn't be crying because of the past." I reply sadly. "Can you guys go? I need to some time alone."

"Sure, call us if you need anything." my mom says before giving me a kiss on the forehead. She and Ashton leave the room and close the door. After they left, I change into a black tank top and sport shorts. What's the use of crying anyways? It's just going to make me look like a wimp, and crying is not my thing.

I close the curtains to my window before getting into bed. After I got comfortable, I grab my phone from my desk where I left it to see that I had a notification from Instagram. I was tagged in a picture that was similar to the picture Calum posted. Before I could even think, I click on the picture. It was a picture of me walking in the rain with, Luke, who was the one who posted the picture. We both looked so happy and a smile was brought to my face, but I quickly turned it into a frown.

I screwed up again and I'm so sorry.

That was all he wrote. How did he screw up, not once, but twice? I close my eyes and think about what he could have did.


I'm not proud of this chapter. It sounds choppy and I'm just, ehh.

Katie x

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