New Girl

"Luke," I gasp for air. "We can't keep doing this. We have to tell him."
"Fine," he groans seductively. "But it's your funeral."

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19. Nineteen

Libby's POV

I woke up in my bed tucked in. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and checked the time. It was noon. I got up and put on some running leggings and a tank top. I looked around my room not ready to go out yet. I glanced out the window and saw Luke from across the fence. He was in his room shirtless, pacing back and forth singing. I opened my window and faintly heard his music. I rolled my eyes and closed the window and sat down on the piano bench. I grabbed my guitar and strummed a bit. I grabbed the lyrics and notes I was working on. I started to play Broken Home.

"They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out. 

She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out. 

Holding on to a dream while she watches these walls fall down. 

Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down. 

Shattered glass like the past, it's a memory now.

Holding on to a dream while she watches these walls fall down.

Hey Mom, hey Dad, when did this end? When did you lose your happiness? I'm here alone inside of this broken home.

Who's right? Who's wrong? Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain's still there. 

I'm here alone inside of this broken home." I stop playing. I think a bit for what should come next. There's a quiet tap on the door. I set down my guitar and go to answer it. I drop the papers on my bed. I open my door and see Calum there.

"Hey everyone went home last night. Can I come in?" I take a step away from the door and let him in. 

"What's this?" He asks. He picks up the papers I dropped on the bed.

"Nothing! Don't look at that!" I dive for them but he pulls them away.

"Broken Home? Invisible? Jet Black Heart? These are songs?" He looks at me skeptically. I don't move. He goes over and grabs my guitar. He attempts to play Broken Home and fails terribly. I can't help but laugh.

"Can you even play this? It's like your sheet music is written in another language."

"Maybe American English? Oh wait, they are the same thing." He rolls his eyes and hands me the guitar. 

"I don't play in front of people." I mumble.

"Come on it's just me. And if I finally understand, I'll join." He quick runs into his room and grabs his guitar. I groan at his stubbornness.

"I'm not even good Calum." 

"I know that's a lie. You sing in the shower and outside in the tree house and when you cook and when you clean and-"

"Okay I get it but that isn't good."

"Yes it is. Just give it a chance. Please." He gave me a pouty face and I rolled my eyes. 

"Fine."

"They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out. 

She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out. 

Holding on to a dream while she watches these walls fall down. 

Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down. 

Shattered glass like the past, it's a memory now.

Holding on to a dream while she watches these walls fall down.

Hey Mom, hey Dad, when did this end? When did you lose your happiness? I'm here alone inside of this broken home.

Who's right? Who's wrong? Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain's still there. 

I'm here alone inside of this broken home." 

"That was amazing. Go again and I'll join." 

"No, I don't really want to."

"Can I look over your other songs?"

"Do you have to?"

"Yes." I handed him the papers. "Do you think the band could use some of these songs? And like perform them?" I shrug my shoulders. My music was kind of my own world all by myself. "Consider it, okay?" I nodded my head at him. 

"CALUM! Your friends are here!" My mom called up from the bottom of the stairs. I walked out with him. At the bottom of the steps stood Luke, Michael, Ashton, and Taylor.

I smiled at all the them. They started walking up the stairs and for some reason they all went into my room.

"You guys should hear some of her songs they are amazing."

"Calum!" I mumble. He grins at me and hands me my guitar. I stare at him blankly. "I don't play for people."

"You just played for me though."

"You made me."

"Pleasee."

"No."

"Sorry she's being stubborn but look over the music if you can understand it." Luke looks at him confused and grabs the music.

"This is hard to read." He mutters. His eyebrows get scrunched up and he grabs my guitar and tries to play it. I suppress laughter. 

"Alright everyone get out." I herd them all out of my room and into Calum's room. I sit on the bed with Luke, Ashton, and Taylor. Calum and Michael start to play fifa right away. I scroll through my Instagram and see that Calum posted a picture with me. I like it and continue scrolling. Finally I quick snap a selfie with Luke, Taylor, and Ashton. I tag all of them and post it. Immediately I get multiple likes and followers. I glance at Luke and see that he is staring at my phone. I start getting comments as well.

Your fucking ugly

Who the hell are you 

Why would Luke be with you

Luke is staring at me and I clench my jaw. He takes a picture of us two and I give the camera a weak smile. He posts it. He looks through the immediate comments and shows me some of them.

"The good comments and the people fighting for us being happy are the true fans. The ones who post hate are the jealous fans who like us more for fame than who we are." He kisses my temple and keeps reading me good comments quietly. Taylor goes down and sits by Calum. He smiles at her and hands her a controller. Ashton goes down and joins them as well. I rest my head on Luke's shoulder and drift off.

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