Fighting For You

Sequel to Falling For Hood

Calum is on a 6 month tour with his band, 5 Seconds of Summer. Helen is still in Australia, trying to keep their relationship alive. With Calum gone, Helen feels like she's in hell without him. What will happen when the two start to get reckless? Calum has his bandmates for help and support, but Helen, she has no one. Will Calum and Helen survive the 6 months? Or will they break their promises to each other?

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Helen Hood


62. Chapter 62 : Back Home

Helen's POV


After various good byes, a speech from my Dad, a promise from Adin that he'll find band mates and get a date with Sonne and an 18-hour flight, I was finally back in Australia. After picking up my bags at the baggage claim, I was making my way towards the exit. I heard foot steps behind me, but before I could turn around, a strong body collided with mine. They hugged me from behind. 

"My main bitch is back!" Logan exclaimed.

I laughed and patted Logan's arms.

"Whoa!" He grabbed my wrist and examined the ink. "Luke." He read. "Aw that's cute, you got a tattoo dedicated to your brother! And this?" he read my other tattoo. The one I planned. He smiled as he read it. "Does he know?" he asked.

I shook my head, "They'll find out when I reunite with them," I replied. 

"They'll love it. I didn't know you were planning on getting a tattoo," he said.

"Well Luke's name I actually got when I was drunk so I didn't know about it until I woke up. But my other tattoos, were something last minute things I got done with Adin," I explain.

"Oh cool."

I nodded, "So have you had any trouble with Tyler?" 

"Surprisingly no, I mean he is hanging out with Travis a little too much lately.'

"What? Really?" I laughed. "Oh wow, two assholes as best friends. That's great!"

"Tyler is probably gonna be hanging out with Travis' clique. You know, the group that Venus is going to be hanging out with as well."

"Oh right cause they're dating."

I picked my bags up and continued making my way to the exit. Logan offered to carry my bags and I denied but he took them anyway. 

"She's changed a lot," Logan said quietly. I almost didn't hear him amongst the loud chatter from the people around us. 

"How?" I asked.

"She's been ignoring me. A lot. Helen, she hasn't talked to me. Either she changed her number or she doesn't want to talk to me. Also, last time saw her in the mall, I waved to her but she 'pretended' she didn't see me and just walked away." I could see the sadness in his eyes. His hazel eyes were a pool of disbelief.

"It's Travis, he probably changed her in some way, somehow," I said. "It's not your fault."

"No, I know, but I've just been lonely. I mean, I have no one to hang out with. The bars get boring after you've been to them every day for the past week."

"Wow, you really got screwed up didn't you?"

"Yep, I did and I was.'

"Welp, school is gonna start on Wednesday so we have five days to just spend some time together. Sound nice?" I asked.

"I suppose," He chuckled.


I finally arrive home. It was quiet. Luke's car was still in the driveway. Everything was the same. Which was odd. I'd think that things would be different, maybe change a little. I got out of Logan's car and hurried to the door and unlocked it before stepping inside. 

"Mom?" I called.


Mom stepped out of the kitchen and rushed forward to hug me, "Oh how I missed you!" She kissed my forehead.

"Missed you too Mom," I laughed slightly and hugged my Mom. 

"SO how was California? Everything good?"

"Yea! It was great! It was fun. Lots of...uh-adventures," I stammered. If you wanna call drag racing and clubbing and 'adventure' then yes, I adventured a lot.

"Wait what is this?" Mom grabbed my wrists and looked at my skin that was clean when I left Australia. "Really Helen?! How could your Father let you do this?!" 

"He actually didn't know when I got my first one. I got them all done behind his back," I replied truthfully.

"Still! I'm going to have a talk with him. Why can't you be more like Luke?"

"I'm sorry Mom, I truly am, but remember that you picked the perfect child, remember that you molded Luke into your lifestyle and Dad molded me into his," I said. "Good to be back," I smiled slightly and pecked Mom's cheek. "Oh, I got you this." I grabbed a white bag that I brought with me from California and handed it to my Mom. The bag read 'Coach.' "Hope you like it."

I climbed the stairs and towards my room where Logan already was. He stared at my postered-walls. We spent the next hour an a half talking and catching up before having a small movie marathon. We watched all of the good classics that Logan owns. I am guilty of crying while watching The Lion King. That movie always gets me. 

I looked out the window and it was dark already.

"I should go now," Logan said.

"This was fun," I stated. "Nothing but good movies an a great friend," I smiled.

He laughed, "Likewise. I really missed you Helen. You're my only friend."

"That's not very good, considering I'm not that great of a friend."

"Shut up, loser."

I followed Logan to the front door where I bid my good bye and closed the door. I climbed the stairs once again but stopped when I stood in front of Luke's bedroom door. My hand rested on the doorknob and I slowly opened it. His room was dark and cold. Cold because no one had been in here in nearly months. Cold because there was no warm body to give it a homely feeling. Lonely because Luke was gone and he always kept his room in shape, even though it was messy almost the whole time. 

Everything is the same, yet everything is different. Is that even possible?

It is, I thought. Sadly, it is.

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