Luke's POV
"Shit! Aw shit! Luke's going to kill me!"
I watched as Emily started freaking out and Kacey sat next to her laughing. Em was wearing my favorite shirt and had spilt Diet Coke on it while filming her weekly YouTube video. The video end with her quickly getting up and saying goodbye to the viewers.
I had been watching her old videos all day. This had been her most recent one. A week and a half before we broke up. The screen went black and I went back to her profile and the page refreshed.
One new video
I blinked a little. She hadn't posted in 2 and a half weeks, but here it was, a new video. Do I open it?
I move the curser over the video and click it. The video appeared and started playing.
Emily sat by her bed, her light brown hair in a bun and a guitar in her hand. Actually it was the guitar I gave her for her birthday a year ago.
"Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile. It's been quite busy lately."
Her voice was hoarse. Like she been crying.
"This weeks video has a message with it. The song by the way is Wish You Were Here by Avril Lavigne."
I watched as she shifted in her spot.
"I'm sorry. I really am. You know I don't think straight when I'm upset. That's no excuse though. I just want you to know I'm sorry, that I love you. All ways will. I wish I could find the courage I call you. But I'm afraid that it will go to voicemail, afraid I'll never get to talk to you."
She continued, "I'm not normally one to tell people I need them there, I try to be strong around guys. I don't want to appear weak and only the people I truly love actually know me."
"But with you it wasn't like that I didn't hide myself from you and I'm so thankful for that and for you. I'm truly sorry."
There was a pause as Emily starred at the camera. She sniffled and then smiled. "Okay! So now why don't I sing, yeah?"
She laughed and spoke of how she didn't mean to bore everyone but that it was a spur of the moment thing. That if she didn't do it now, she never would.
Em cleared her throat and started playing the guitar.
I can me tough, I can be strong, but with you its not like that at all.
There's a girl that gives a shit, behind this wall, you just walked through it.
Emily's voice flowed out of the computer and filled the room.
Damn, damn, damn.
What I'd do to have you here, here, here.
I wish you were here.
Emily sang the rest of the song with a few desolate tears running down her cheeks. The song ended and she thanked the viewers and said she'd post next week.
The door to the section of the tour bus I was in opened with a bang.
"What the fuck is this Luke?!"
I turned to see a pissed Ashton coming into the room. He threw me his phone and the screen showed the video I just watched.
"You told me you two were ok, that the reason Emily wasn't answering my calls was because of bad service where she is. That's obviously bullshit."
I sighed and put my head in my hands. Tears escaped my eyes and I through my head back and held on to my hair.
Ashton calmed down and sat beside me and patted my back.
"Sorry dude, but please just tell me what's going on?" Ashton asked in whisper.
"She... She broke up with me Ash."
"Why didn't you tell Cal, Mikey, and me?"
I let out a soft sob, "Michael knows, he was there."
Ashton nodded and then asked me a question that brought back a memory I wanted to forget.
"Wanna tell me what happened?"
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"Stop being a bitch about this Emily!"
The anger in me growing. I was tired and was in a hurry. I needed this conversation to end before I blurted my secret.
"Luke come on mate."
"Chill down Michael! I'll be there in second!" I yell getting angry.
I sigh and mumble sorry before turning and speaking into my phone.
"Look Em-"
"No Luke! Save it. I can't handle this anymore. We barely talk and when we do you're either stressed or mad. This isn't good."
"Emily, look I'm sorry. I've been handling a lot lately."
"No Luke I'm sorry. I can't do this. This is not a healthy relationship. Call me when you get your act together and stop acting like a douchebag." Her words slicing my heart. Each syllable making me crumble to my knees.
"Emily! No, don't do this. You aren't thinking straight!"
"I'm not thinking straight? Luke, listen to yourself. Listen to what you just said. You can't say that after you told I was being a bitch."
She paused and the next few words killed me.
"I don't want to with you right now. Not when we're acting like this. I'm sorry. I love you but I just can't."
With that she hung up and I let my phone drop to the grown.
My heart shattered just like my phone did when it hit the ground.
Michael came and sat next to me.
"She-"
"I know. I could here her."
We sat there and Mike just hugged me.
"Michael, Luke! Get your asses out there! You're on in three minutes!" Our manager yelled.
I stood up, but my body felt numb. I was like a robot. Unknowingly moving. Like I was wing controlled.
"Just try to make it through the interview." Michael said me. "We will the let Cal and Ash know when you're ready ok?"
The interview was long and tiring and trying not to break down was rough.
My voice cracked though as we sang Amnesia and I was barely in it. Tuning in and out trying to push through it. But how are you suppose to preform like you are the happiest person when your are in reality breaking?
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Ashton sat there as I told him this.
"Okay man. Well I'm sorry for getting mad. Just wish you'd tell me."
"Sorry, I know how close you are to Em."
Out of everyone else Emily was closest to Ashton. He was like her older brother.
"I'll leave you be. Let you sleep. Try resting up. Rehearsals for the VMAs is tomorrow. Try to get excited."
With that he said goodnight and left me be.
I turned back to my phone and went to Twitter.
@Luke5sos: I need you
I climbed into bed and drifted of to sleep dreaming of Emily.
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Hey guys so here's the next chapter! Hope you like it. Really trying to update each week!
So Idk if I mentioned last chapter but this takes place next year in the summer. During the Rock Out With Your Socks Out Tour. And let's just go along with Close As Strangers being a new song! Thanks:)xx
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