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She's Going to Tell Everyone

Blue eyes gleam in wild amusement and I watch as Chelsea leans up off the door frame to cross her arms over her chest. Lips lift in that devilish half-smirk of hers, and she tips her head to the side. I almost forget that I'm still standing flush against Luke, but when he sighs from above me, I practically throw myself back away from him.

Immediately, I open my mouth, preparing to say something, but she beats me to it. Teeth clamp down on her bottom lip, stifling a grin, and she amusingly states, "Hold on, hold on. Let me guess ... it's not what it looks like?"

"No!" I rush out, "It's not."

"Actually, it is." Luke laughs. Horrified, I turn to stare wide-eyed at him, watching incredulously as he nonchalantly raises his eyebrows at me. "What? It's no point in lying now."

I can't breathe. At the base of my throat, guilt, anxiety, and fear form.

Chelsea snickers, "Wow. I always imagined that when I finally busted you two, it'd be Abby that would be the smug and honest one." She waves her hand out towards us, gesturing wildly to Luke. "But it's you! Now that's a real surprise."

He shrugs halfheartedly, running a hand through his hair, and I gape at the two of them. "What do you mean, when you busted us?" I point between me and him, "How did you even kno--"

"It wasn't hard. In fact, anyone with half a brain and little bit of motive could've figured it out. The side eyes, the fact that he hates Ashton for no apparent reason." Her eyes roll skywards, "Let me not even get started on those annoying little smiles. Oh, and you're Facebook."

I frown, "What about my Facebook?"

"You should probably clear your history every once and while. The amount of times you've looked through blondie's page is quite embarrassing."

My face heats at her words, and I pretend I don't feel Luke turn to me, surprised. "You stalk my Facebook?"

"Avidly," Chelsea nods her head in amusement. "That first day I came here? I saw you guys hugging. I'd just assumed either Ashton exaggerated how much you were into him and chalked it up to you just simply being a misleading bitch."

She pauses as if to wait for one of us to say something but, it stays quiet. Quiet on my side, because I'm trying my hardest to remember that she's three years younger than me and it would be incredibly wrong to punch her right in her fucking face and Luke because, well, he's still laughing; seemingly enjoying every bit of Chelsea's revelation.

Eyebrows quirk and she leans forward, "But you want to know what really made this better? That second time we came here and you told us that Lance was your brother! Now that, that was the real shocker. Unfuckingbelievable."

"Hey," Luke mumbles. He shakes his head at her, "Watch it, kid."

"Call me a kid again, I dare you." She hisses.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" Luke questions, with a half smirk. "What? Are you gonna tell someone?"

"I might."

He leans back against the sink, "Go ahead. See if I care. Matter of fact, I'll give you my phone. My dad, or Annie's mom? Pick your poison." His hand pulls his phone from his pocket and when he holds it out to her motioning for her to take it that's when I realize that these two are both fucking insane.

Leaning forward I snatch it out of his hand and shove it into my back pocket, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Luke rolls his eyes, "She's a kid, Annie. Who's gonna believe her, anyway?"

I shake my head and grab his forearm to draw his attention back to me, "No! Luke no one can know about this."

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" The smaller girl questions. She holds her hand up and starts counting down with her fingers, "Lying to your mom, lying to Ashton, lying to yours--"

"Shut the hell up," I practically growl at her. I have half the mind to lunge at her, wanting to rip every single blonde curl from her scalp but I stay where I am. If I piss her off anymore then there's no way I even have a chance at convincing her not to say anything. I let my eyes close for a brief second, taking a deep breath.

When I open them again Chelsea's face is scrunched up, and she lets out a disgusted huff. "You're so dramatic." She turns to Luke, "Hurry the hell up with the towels. My hair doesn't dry well in the sun." And with that, she pushes up off the door frame and disappears.

I stare mortified after her, allow myself a few, good seconds to self-hyperventilate and then, I spin slowly around to look at Luke before I whisper, "We have to go after her!"

"For what? I'm not worried." His shoulders lift in a nonchalant shrug and I watch helplessly as he crouches down to pull open the sink drawers, "The girl is what, thirteen? What the hell can she possibly do Annie?"

My stomach shifts uneasily and I gape down at him, "What? Did your memory fade in the last fucking ten minutes or something? Did you just not hear her?" I point my thumb over my shoulder towards the door, "She hates me, Luke. She's gonna tell everyone. And what the hell was that with you practically giving her your phone! Are you mental, Luke? Why would you do that?"

Much to my surprise, Luke glances back over his shoulder at me with an amused smirk before he lets out a laugh, "Wow okay, you seriously need to calm down."

I resist the urge to scream at him. I am so sick of people telling me to calm down, when I'm the only one reacting the way I should be! I close my eyes and count to ten in my head while he continues to talk.

"Plus, the way I see it, that's just one less person we have to hide from."

My heart is still thudding fast and heavy in my chest when I blink my eyes open to stare down at him. "No no! That's not a good thing, Luke. What if Ashton or Michael find out? W-What if our parents find out? Oh my God, my mom. Your dad!" My hands sink into my hair at either sides of my head, "No no, this isn't good."

Blue eyes roll at me, "Why would I care about what the hell Ashley or Michael thinks? It's not like they're my friends. I" Fingers pluck out three towels and then he looks back at me; amused. "How pissed off do you think the kid will be if I still forgot her towel after all this?"

I ignore him. I don't get why he's not freaking out right now. Turning away, I pace the small length of the bathroom, running my hands through my hair and I try to think of something to say to her when we get downstairs.

"She's so gonna blackmail us," I whisper.

"Who cares?" Luke mumbles; dragging it out.

Frowning, I whirl around, "Who cares? How could you say that? Does it not bother you that she might tell everyone about us?" He shrugs, and with furrowed eyebrows, I shake my head, "I can not believe you." Turning around, I absentmindedly push the door open wider and walk across the hall to my bedroom.

Slamming my door shut, I slide down to the floor and rest my head on my knees. Did Luke not see how bad this was? Chelsea could ruin everything with just one sentence. My mom's engagement, her wedding, our new house.

Man, this wasn't good. I start banging my head against my knee over and over again. Why, bang, did, bang, this, bang, happen bang?

The sound of someone knocking softly on my door brings me back to reality and I ignore it. I am not talking to Luke right now. If he couldn't take something like this serious, as serious as it was, then there was no way he was gonna hear me out and actually listen.

"Open the door, Annie." Luke grumbles and then the knobs wiggles. And unfortunately, because it's not locked, when he goes to push it open it nudges me hard in the back, "Shit sorry. Why are you sitting on the floor?"

"Go away."

"Open the door or I really will," He admits. "I actually do want to go swimming today and I don't know if you remember but my friend, Calum? Yeah, I kind of left him down there with your 'friends'."

"I'm sure he'll be okay," I grumble, forcing myself to stand up so I can open the door fully. Luke is cradling the towels in his hands, an annoyed frown etched on his face and he says, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Just on the verge of having a mental breakdown. Nothing too serious, the usual. Why, what are you doing?" His blue eyes stare at me, unfazed, and I frown, "Luke this is bad."

"No, it's not." Shifting the towels to one arm, he reaches out and cups the side of my face; his thumb gently running alongside my cheek, "You're just overreacting."

I shake my head and his hand falls back down to his side. "That's the thing, Luke. I am not overreacting. She's gonna tell someone and then we'll be in s--"

"Are you ashamed of us?"

I pause, letting his words sink in and as soon as they do a frown crosses my face, "Why would you say that?"

He ignores me, "You didn't answer the question, Annie."

I gape, staring back at him. Is he seriously doing this right now? We had so much more things to worry about, namely a blonde devil with a keen to ruin our lives, and he wants to talk about this right now! I can feel my face flush with frustration and I narrow my eyebrows, "No I am not ashame--,"

"So then why does the thought of someone finding out how I feel about you so," He pauses, assumingly looking for a word. Luke lifts hair from his forehead and shrugs halfheartedly, "For lack of a better word, scary? Why is it so scary?"

"You're not serious right now, are you?"

He stares down at me, his face calm, giving nothing away. "Answer me," he coaxes, his voice soft.

I let out an understated sigh, "It's not that it's scary, Luke. It's just ... what we're doing, being together, it's not fair to my mom or your dad. Think about all the money and time they've put into their wedding. They love each other a lot Luke, and every time we kiss or we touch, it puts it all at risk." Hastily nodding at my words, I motion towards my room door, "Which is exactly why we should save the small talk for later and go talk to Chelsea before she ruins all of that for them."

Blue eyes flutter closed and he shakes his head, "And us? What about us?"

"Us?" I repeat, angrily. "Luke, do you know how selfish you sound right now? This isn't about us! This is about my mom and your dad. This is about their wedding! Us is the reason why we're here in the first place! I don't even want to talk, let alone think about us."

When he opens his eyes, he glares at me. "Why do you do this? All you ever do is change on me." I scowl back at him. What is his problem?

"You were the one who said you trusted me, last night, Annie. So why is that you're turning your back on this, on us, just this fast?" He points between us two; intent, stormy blue eyes glowering at me. The thought cuts through the irritation I'm currently feeling towards him and I sigh; closing my eyes and sinking my hands through my hair again.

"I'm not talking about this right now, I'm going downstairs," I mumble. With that I push past him, ignoring his hand that tries to gently grasp my wrist, I head downstairs back out into the backyard. My eyes automatically cut to Chelsea. She's sitting on the edge of the pool, her bare toes kicking water out towards both Ashton and a now shirtless Calum, and I bite my lip in annoyance.

Out of everyone here who had to catch us, it had to be her. Stupid, twelve-year-old, Chelsea who wouldn't understand a damn thing no matter how much I tried to spin it. Leaning over, I step out of my sandals and roll the bottom of my jeans up before stalking over to the pool and reluctantly taking a seat next to her; I sink my feet in the cool water. I almost expect her to look over at me or at least say something snarky underneath her breath but she doesn't. In fact, she just keeps on splashing the boys.

After a few minutes, I cave. "Chelsea, we need to talk." She ignores me. My eyes roll and I call her again. I even lean over and nudge my shoulder against hers. "Chelsea?"

Blue eyes look over at me, nonchalantly blinking back at me like nothing ever happened. "What?"

I pause. She is not about to do this right now! "What do you mean, what?" I say as calmly as possible. I seriously can not afford to piss her off.

She rolls her eyes, "I mean what as in what the hell do you want?" Water splashes in our direction, getting all over my arms and face and I peel my eyes away from her to glare at the boys playing around in the pool. Ashton is chasing Calum around the pool, whacking him with our pool noodle and I stare at the two of them in shock. They're friends now, too? What the hell? When did this happ--

"I'm not going to say anything Annie, alright?" Chelsea mumbles, snapping me out of my daze.

Whipping my head around to face her, I whisper, "What?"

"I'm not gonna say anything. Whatever the hell is going on between you two is honestly not my business. Plus, knowing the wrath you're going to have to feel from your mom when you do get caught," she pauses, nodding, "--because you will, it's satisfying enough for me."

I stare at her until finally, I can muster up an, "I-I don't believe you."

She shrugs like she couldn't care less if I do or not, and leans forward to try to snatch the pool noodle from Ashton. He dodges away from her with a dimpled grin, getting more water all over us in the process and she laughs before calling him an asshole. I wipe my eyes, turning to her again, "So um you're serious? You're really not gonna say anything?"

"I'm not repeating myself." A small hand runs through her blonde hair, twisting strands away from her eyes and then she sighs, "Are you done now? I'd like to go swimming."

I nod, skeptically. I mean, Chelsea hasn't been the most trustworthy person this far. She fucking hacked my Facebook and violated my privacy! Why would I trust her with something this important? This was easy. Too easy. I reach out to curl my hand around her wrist, "What's the catch, Chelsea?"

Exasperated, she throws her head back; groaning up at the sky. "There is no catch, Abby?" And then, "Let go of me!"

I release her arm.

"But there has to be! Just a second ago you were practically jumping at the thought of telling everyone about me and you know, Luke." More water splashes on me, but I don't turn away from her. Narrow shoulders shrug, and I watch as Chelsea plays with the strings on her navy blue bikini bottom. I briefly realize that for once, everyone has swimsuits! The thought quickly fades,

"So you want me to tell your Mom?"

I shake my head, "N-No, it's just that ... I thought you hated me?"

"I don't ... I don't I hate you, okay? It's just ..." She shrugs, trailing off again, and I wait for her to talk. Unfortunately, after a good ten minutes of waiting, I realize that she's not and after coming to terms that this is as far as I'm gonna get with her and I don't want to fuck anything else up, I lift my feet from the water preparing to return to my spot back on the couch. But then Chelsea whispers for me to wait, and I pause to look over at her.

"Just, hold on for a minute."

"Holding on."

Her pale feet kick at the water, blue eyes straight ahead and then she blows out a breath before ducking her head and rushing out so fast, "I'm jealous of you, alright?"

It's said so quick and hastily that I'm pretty sure I misheard her and I shift over a bit; leaning forward. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me, Annie. I'm not saying it again." Lips draw down into a frown and then she turns to look at me, her eyebrows furrowing together angrily, "If you repeat that to anyone I swear I wi--"

"No," I shake my head fast. "I won't, I promise." She turns back around and I can't help it. I press on further, "But why? I don't get it."

"Exactly," she grumbles. "You don't get anything! You don't even see that idiot Ashton here still likes you, or your brothe--"

"He's not my brother," I interrupt.

She stops, briefly closing her eyes. "The point is, you're always gonna be prettier and older than me, and people take you seriously and it's not fair because I can be just as mature." She glares at me, "You just jump back and forth between them two and it's not right. Do you wanna know what Ashton said about you yesterday?"

I nod.

"He said, that he thought that maybe you'd be the r--," and then she stops. Sighing she shakes her head, "You know what? Forget I even said anything. Look, make up your mind alright? I've known Ashton for a while now and you're just like the rest of the girls he likes. You're just using him like he's some kind of pastime activity and it's fucked up.

And just like that it all comes to me. I raise my eyebrows, "Is this what this is about? Do you like, like ... Ashton?"

For the first time and probably the last time ever, her cheeks tinge a pale pink. I gape, "You do? Do you like Ashton? But he's way older than you." At the same time, our eyes turn to the chestnut-haired boy in the pool and I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling.

"I don't like him. I just think his face has nice ... aesthetic value." She insists, and then before she can say anything else a towel drops down in her lap and we both look up at Luke. "Thanks," Chelsea mumbles. Her eyes find mine once more, silently pleading for me not to say anything and I nod slightly. With that she sets her towel aside and slides into the pool; sinking underneath the water so I can't see her anymore.

Well then.

---

Later that night when I'm laying in bed alternating between watching a rerun of Mr. Robot on TV and playing on my iPad, the low mellow sound of Luke's guitar coming from the opposite wall fills my room. My finger automatically stops tapping at my glass screen, and I shuffle up into a sitting position to fumble around in my bed to find my remote control. The minute my fingers enclose around it, I press mute on the TV; it's been a while since I heard him play his guitar.

I smile slightly to myself and kick my bare legs from out underneath my duvet; yanking down my shorts in an attempt to make them appear longer before scurrying out into the hallway. I automatically start to think of something to say to him. Maybe a dig at how he wants to audition for Ashton's unnamed band.

The thought makes me smile to myself, and it's just then that I realize that I can't say that to him. Why? Well because he hasn't even talked to me since I left him earlier in my room to talk to Chelsea. Oh, how could I have forgotten about that? With a sigh, I furrow my eyebrows and pace in front of his door for a few minutes.

I realize that I'm not getting any further in the situation by doing this so with a deep breath, I gently knock against the door, twist open the knob and slip inside. Just as I suspected, he's sitting with his guitar; lent over as his fingers pluck at the strings. Impassive, blue eyes meet my gaze and before he can tell me to leave or that he doesn't want to be bothered, I quickly rush out, "Please don't tell me to leave."

His mood visibly shifts at my words, and from my place at the door I watch as his blue eyes soften; his expression warming. Seeing this as a small sign of forgiveness and permission to stay, I close the door and confidently cross the length of his room before launching myself at him and burying my face in the soft material of his t-shirt against his chest.

"You're mad at me aren't you?" I whisper, bringing my arms up to wrap around his neck. He remains quiet, his chest rising and falling calmly underneath me. I hug him tighter, willing him to talk to me, "Please don't be mad at me, Luke. I hate silent treatments."

He doesn't say anything and at first, I think that it's possible that maybe I read him wrong. But then he shifts, sliding his guitar from out under. He places it beside him on his desk, encircles his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. With his nose in my hair, he sighs, "Can I remind you, again for the second time today, that you practically ignored me for 3 days straight?"

"I hate silent treatments when they're directed at me." I can feel myself wanting to smile and I let out a small, relieved sigh that he's better now before saying, "Plus, I had good reasons back then."

"Hardly."

Leaning back a bit, I look straight at him, "So are you? Still mad at me, I mean."

"Annie, I was never mad at you," Luke whispers quietly. "Maybe frustrated at the situation, but I'm not mad at you."

Relieved, I let out another sigh and shift further into his lap; tucking my head underneath his jaw. Luke's head lowers and I feel his warm breath against my forehead, the tender brush of lips coming soon after.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," He whispers, lips burning me as they make shapes against my skin. This time when I lean back to look at him again, his face is expressionless, his voice intensely soft when he says, "So, you can imagine how irritating it is to hear you say you don't care about us."

Almost immediately, I frown.

"You know I didn't mean it like that, babe. I meant like opposed to my mom's wedding. Would you really not care if our parents had to split because of us?"

He doesn't anything, just stares at me and I gape, "Luke."

"OK fine, I would." He mumbles. "But not as much as I would if we had to."

Nodding, I close my eyes. "Understandable."

When I open them again his lips twitch into a slight smile and he shuffles me closer to him, his nose nuzzling itself against my cheek, "You know you called me babe, right?"

Biting my lip, I cringe at my hatred for pet names. "Ugh, I did didn't I?"

"Mmm," He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and he tilts my face towards him; holding me in place. "You should call me that more often," he murmurs against my mouth. Then he's kissing me gently.

His lips are soft, moving slow and firm against mine and he carefully tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth. He smiles, leaning back. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?"

I nod, moving closer to him, "Of course I do. But I can't. I'm going shopping with my mom tomorrow and she'll probably come into my room to wake me up."

Luke nods and I lean back to gently run my fingers over the blonde strands of hair on his forehead. The charms on my bracelet hit him in his eyelids and he laughs, shying away. "Hey, watch it."

Leaning forward I press my lips gently against his forehead, and then I twist so that I'm sitting sideways his lap; both my legs dangling over the arm of his desk chair. I rest back against him, smiling as Luke nuzzles his nose into my shoulder blades. "What were you playing?"

"Hm?"

Lifting my shoulder slightly, I giggle at the ticklish torture. "Hey, stop that tickles," I laugh and then, "What were you playing? Before I came in?"

Luke pauses, clearing his throat, "I wasn't uh, I wasn't playing anything."

I roll my eyes, "I thought we were past this." Sitting up, I gently take hold of the guitar, feeling the cool, smooth wood beneath my fingers, and I settle it down on my lap. Glancing back at him, I raise my eyebrows as if to ask for permission and Luke tilts his head to the side, "What are you doing Annie?"

I smile, "What does it look like?" Turning around, I gingerly position my arms over it. When I run my fingertips over the strings, I can't help it when I'm momentarily surprised at the sweet refrain that vibrates soothingly from the guitar.

I do it again, and another time before I say, "Alright, guess who I am." Playfully scrunching my nose up in that adorable way that Luke does whenever he's singing, I act as if I'm him. When I turn around Luke rolls his blue eyes at me.

"I wonder who that could be." He states dryly.

"Maybe you need another hint," I urge, wiggling around in his lap to face him. "OK, I have like the most perfect, sexiest voice ever but because I'm so modest, I always try to downplay how great I actually am."

Luke blinks.

"Oh! I write my own songs, too." When he doesn't say anything back to me, I pout. "You're supposed to guess!"

"Alright." He mumbles, "Um, Billie Joe Armstrong?"

I roll my eyes at him and turn around to finish running my hands over his guitar. "I'm only kidding," Luke says, and then he's pulling me back against him and leaning over my shoulder to fix his fingertips over the strings.

"Do you really think your friends are gonna start a band?" He mumbles as he gingerly starts to strum what sounds like could be the beginning of a great song.

With a slight smile, I tease, "Why? Are you thinking about joining?"

"You wish."

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(looo000ong) AN -

... ok well I really didn't how to end this and I was tired of staring at the last few paragraphs trying to come up with something and I just you know, gave up. im a quitter, I do stuff like this.

anywaaay, I have some really good books for you all so please check out at least 2 of the following

my bad habit; draco malfoy - My name is Non Gloria Mortem, in Latin my name means fail bitch death. I will always be grateful to my parents for my name, not. I'm in Slytherin house and am about to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for my 6th year ... Currently I am in a relationship with Draco Malfoy. mammanoot

i got you // l.h - After years of frustration, Skylar decided to go to London to fix herself, leaving her parents, her friends, her twin brother and not to mention her best friend. What happens when Skylar comes back after two years and people hardly recognize her? When the problems of her past come back, who would take Skylar out of the dark. Will Skylar be able to defeat her biggest problem ... Luke Hemmings. jxclynn

runaway - "You're Willow Turing?" Willow is a young tattoo artist who loves to play electric guitar and listen to music. Since the death of her mother and the disappearance of her father, she's learnt to rely on no one. When her intimidating father returns, she's thrown into an even harsher world. Meanwhile, her best friend enters her in a competition, ending up with her meeting the band 5SOS, and growing closer to the bassist, Calum Hood. Willow must fight her demons; the ones in her mind and her home, and confront her feelings, before it's too late. jokerisbae

mud (luke hemmings) - It's like that one The Front Bottoms song, just in more detail and less French and more Spanish. kingsofmuke                                                                                           

forbidden love - When all else fails, will Luke have her back? nolan_storm

& before I go let me just take advantage of this new multimedia thing and leave you all with 3 of my favorite stage luke gifs