Make It Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

“Please stop being sad.” I selfishly begged. Luke hadn’t gotten out of bed in two days, since he heard about his grandma’s passing. “I know it sucks.” I whispered, my hand combing through his greasy hair, pushing it out of his face. He paid no attention to me, his eyes were glued to the telly instead. He sighed, the only noise he’s made all day. “I love you.” I attempted to bring him out of his slump with a kiss on the forehead, but that didn’t work. He hadn’t responded to me since, and I could tell he hadn’t talked to Madison either, by the way his phone kept going off. “When’s the last time you ate?” I asked him, not expecting a response. “Your mum said it’s been a bit. I’ll make you something to eat.” But as I stood to make my way to his kitchen, he grabbed my hand, his thumb slowly tracing across my fingers as it he went limp again. “I’ll be right back.” I assured, knowing he did not want to be alone.

I settled on cooking him something quick and easy, soup, and hurried as fast as I could—so I could get back to my sad boy. I was so worried about him, and whether he’d start hurting himself again. He certainly seemed more sad than before.
“Hey, baby.” I cooed, setting the hot soup on Luke’s nightstand and encouraging him to sit up by moving his blanket down and grasping his hand. “Come on.” I whispered. “You have to eat.” Luke shook his head, sitting up at my request, anyways. “Please?” I pleaded, sitting on the edge of his bed with the bowl of soup in my lap. I got a spoonful of soup and tried to feed him, only to have him turn his face. “For me?” I asked. “You really need to eat something.” He opened his mouth the slightest bit, allowing me to feed him soup. This continued at his acridness. After what felt like a century of me feeding him, Luke finally finished the bowl of soup and lied back down.

He wasn’t lying for more than two minutes, when he sprung up and ran to the bathroom, vomiting out everything he had just ate. My response was immediate, as I ran after him, rubbing his back as he puked.
“Luke…” I cooed when he pulled away and I saw tears staining his cheeks. He sniffled, wiping his eyes angrily and fisting his messy hair.
“I…” He began to rasp. “I just can’t believe she’s gone.” He sobbed into his hands.
“Why don’t I run a shower for you?” I suggested, setting a hand on his knee.
“I can’t.” He cried.
“I’ll shower with you.” I attempted to cheer him up, reaching over and flushing the toilet before turning his shower on and pulling Luke to a standing position.

I felt like his mother, the way I undressed him and guided him to the shower, gently helping him step in before undressing myself and joining him. I couldn’t help but listen to my heart break as Luke stared at me with tears in his eyes. His hands shook as he slowly lifted them with the only strength he had left, his eyes begging for me to hold him. I crashed into his body, ignoring the fact that our parts were touching(a few days ago, I’d be uncomfortable, but given the circumstances…), and I just held him. He broke into a full sob against my neck; although, I couldn’t tell much considering we were already drenched in water.
“W-Will you come to the funeral tomorrow with me?” He quietly asked between gasps for air.
“Of course.” I soothed. Although I didn’t really want to go, I knew I needed to do it for him.

***THE NEXT DAY***

I was stood awkwardly with Luke at the wake with a cup of water in my hand as Luke spoke with Jack and Ben. He wasn’t back to normal, but he wasn’t so depressed.
“And who’s this?” A woman asked after hugging Luke and expressing condolences.
“My girlfriend.” Luke grabbed me by the waist. “This is Romina. And Romy, this is my cousin, Brianna.” We shook hands, exchanging a small it’s nice to meet you. The night continued as awkward and depressing as it began with a ton of too-formal introductions. I followed Luke around, hardly talking to anyone besides his immediate family, and Luke tried his best to hold it together at the funeral, but I saw how much he broke and, in return, that broke me.

***LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW***

Romy had snuck off to the bathroom, and I knew that as soon as she left, the inquisition would begin. I was crowded with my aunts and cousins as they bombarded me, asking if I thought she’d be the girl I’d marry. It broke my heart to look at them with somber eyes, and tell them I’m not so sure anymore.

***AFTER THE FUNERAL***

Text from: Madison.
Hey baby ;)

Text from: Luke.
Don’t call me baby.

Text from: Madison.
Why are you so pissy?

Text from: Luke.
I had my grandma’s funeral today.

Text from: Madison.
people die all the time.

Text from: Luke.
…

Text from: Madison.
Sorry.

Text from: Luke.
Romy saw those pictures you sent.

Text from: Madison.
Oh well.

Text from: Luke.
No. It’s not “oh well”. You have to stop this shit Madison.

Text from: Madison.
Why? Don’t act like you didn’t like them.
Text from: Luke.
I didn’t

Text from: Madison.
Yeah. Sure.

Text from: Luke.
Don’t send me pictures like that ever again. I’m with Romy.

Text from: Madison.
And you don’t love her.

Text from: Luke.
I never said that.

Text from: Madison.
But I’m sure you thought it. You’d rather have me than her.

Text from: Luke.
That’s not true at all.

Text from: Madison.
I’m not waiting forever, Luke. If you want to fuck me, then get a move on it. I’m horny and you’re being a prick.

Text from: Luke.
I just need some time.

Text from: Madison.
Then you better break up with her while you’re waiting.

Text from: Luke.
Maddy…

Text from: Madison.
I mean it, Luke. No excuses. You can have me or her. Which are you going to chose?

Text from: Luke.
I don’t know.

Text from: Madison.
Then you better figure it out.

Text from: Luke.
I know.

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