Luke's PoV

I stared back at Calum, wide eyed and terrified. What was I meant to do? He was waiting for me to answer, to tell him everything I knew so he could work out what happened to Poppy... but there was absolutely no way I could tell him the truth. How would that look?

"Excuse me. I just need a moment..." I rushed before I ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me as I sank to the floor, putting my head in my hands once again. The vision of what had happened played round in my head over and over again. The moments so sickeningly slow and detailed that it made me feel sick to my stomach. How could I let that happen? I should have been quicker. I should have pulled her to safety. I should have done something!

My phone vibrated in my pocket and somehow I knew deep down who it was going to be. I slowly pulled it from my jeans and held it up, her name flashing up and filling me with rage.

MissSweetie: thanks for your help. Everything went just as I planned.

Nausea filled me as I crawled over to the toilet, heaving over it as I gripped the seat until my knuckles turned white. I'd led her to that. I'd got so caught up thinking about Sierra and how I envied Calum I didn't even think twice. I went along with Naomi's stupid plan and of course, she lied. Now Poppy was... she was really hurt. It was all my fault.

Me: you lied to me you fucking bitch

MissSweetie: now now luke thats no way to talk to someone who helped you

Me: HELPED ME??? HOW??!!

MissSweetie: I made Calum feel the same way you did. Just as I promised.

I scrolled back up through the messages I'd kept from her previously, wanting to point out her words and rub it in her face but to my utter horror she was right. She'd never said she was getting Sierra back for me. She'd told me she would make sure Calum and I felt the same. Oh God Luke you absolute prick. Another wave of nausea hit me as I watched Poppy throw me out the way of the car, it speeding up as she got hit. The visions and memories were there, at the front of my mind reminding me of what I had caused. Could I ever tell Calum that I'd caused that? How could I explain this in any way that he would understand? He'd be at my throat before I even had a chance to explain.

"Luke?" Ashton was banging on the bathroom door with force. "Is everything okay?" My phone buzzed once again.

MissSweetie: don't forget, you were a part of the plan. If I get arrested, I'll make sure you do too. 😘

I stared down at my phone. How could she? She used me, manipulated me, made me a part of her devilish plan to get Calum back. This was all because of her! She was actually willing to kill Poppy and now she's made me an accessory to the crime. It was unfathomable. She was a monster. How could anyone ever be so tunnel visioned?

"Luke??" The banging got louder. "I'm getting worried. Call reception."

"I'm fine." I said flatly. Unlike Poppy. Who knows how she was right now. Dead, alive, hurt, broken? All because of me. All because of the jealousy I felt from seeing Calum and Poppy together. Naomi took that and twisted it into what she wanted.
With sudden red hot anger, I grabbed anything and everything I could see and began to throw it around. The toiletries were now splattered over the walls and floors, bottles split and leaking into the crevices of the room. Calum's wash bag was lobbed at the door with an almighty bang. My phone was thrown at the mirror, cracking it and leaving me staring at the shattered version of myself that Naomi had left me with.

"Pick the lock. Get the fucking door open!" Calum shouted as they rattled the door handle, desperate to reach me.
The shower curtain was ripped from the pole, causing that to clatter to the floor loudly. I let out a cry for help and a roar of anger that went hand in hand. I fell to the floor, my hands over my face as I sobbed, finally letting the pent up emotions out. The door flew open and the three of them stood with jaws dropped, taking in all of the mess I'd created. And the irony was that they didn't even know of the real mess I'd created.

"Luke?" Calum carefully trod around the mess and bent down in front of me, putting his hand on my shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze as if nothing had ever been wrong between us. Minutes ago he was threatening and angry, now he seemed scared and caring. He wouldn't stay that way when he learnt what had happened.

"I didn't know." Was all I managed to say before I broke down again. Calum pulled me into a hug as I wept, trying to calm me down enough to explain myself. "I didn't know that's what she wanted to do." The three guys all exchanged confused looks as I finally began to explain myself and open up.

"What are you going on about mate?" Calum asked, his grip on me tight as he tried to stabilise me.

"Naomi." The mere mention of her name caused Calum to retract his hand from me, taking a step back. He looked at me in confusion as he waited for more detail. "She twisted my words, she made me believe she was helping me get Sierra back on tour. I just- I was so jealous of you and Poppy and she knew it." Calum looked hurt, his face twitching from anger to hurt to sadness as I spoke. He looked betrayed, as if he would never forgive me for whatever I was going to say before I'd even said it.

"And?" He pressed, knowing whatever I said was going to be bad news. I could see his eyes glass over as he waited for me to speak. Mike offered him a one armed hug.

"She said she had a plan. A plan to make you and me feel the same way. I thought she meant I would get Sierra. I didn't realise she meant-" I couldn't finish the sentence. She took Poppy away. "She told me all I needed to do was be outside with Poppy and she'd do the rest. I didn't know what she was going to do. I had no idea that she would-" Calum rushed over and picked me up from the floor, shoving me into the wall. A pain shot through my back, causing me to grunt.

"And you fucking believed her?" He pulled me forward and shoved me back into the wall again. "You led Poppy into that. And to think she was actually worried about you." He let go of me and paced away, barely able to look me in the eye. "I can't even look at you right now. Get the fuck out of here."