Make It Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

“Luke.” I groaned, sitting next to him on my bed.
“Romy.” His attention was glue to his phone as he typed away. SIghing, I picked at my nails, which I’d just taken the polish off.
“What color should I paint my nails?” Setting his phone down, he met my eyes. All we’ve done with our Saturday is watching horrible films in my room, I was extremely bored and he’d barely paid any attention to me, texting all day. I asked who it was a million times, but he brushed it off each one.
“Can I paint them?” He grinned, earning a laugh.
“If you want.” Luke stood, searching through my colors and grabbed black, pink, purple, blue, yellow, and green. Positioning himself in front of me, he sat criss-cross, and set my hand on his knee. “What are you going to do with them?” I asked him.
“Uhm… I’m going to do them all different colors with black polka dots.” I held in my laughter, knowing it’d look horrible.
“Okay sounds good.” He stared at my hand, deeply concentrated.

“What if I mess up?” He laughed, opening the blue.
“It’s okay.” Pulling my hand away, I put a few tissues down, in case he did mess up and it got on his jeans.
“Do I just…” His voice trailed off as he gently placed a glob of blue nail polish on my nail, spilling onto my skin. I laughed, nodding. “Oh shit.” He flushed, grabbing the pink and moving to my ring finger and getting some on my skin.
“Luke, get it off!” I laughed, not wanting it to dry on my finger.
“How?” His voice was frantic, like he thought he’d ruined everything.
“With your finger.” He pursed his lips, wiping off the paint on my skin and wiping it on the tissue. His eyes met mine with a goofy smile as he got out the yellow, concentrating as he slowly painted it. “That one was good!” He exclaimed proudly.
“Yeah, it was really good!” I encouraged, slightly lying. The three nails he’s done so far had been leaking off to the side.

“It smells.” He laughed, working on opening the purple. “And why does it keep beading?”
“Let me see.” Frowning, he handed it to me. “Take the brush and…” My voice trailed off as I showed him how to remove the excess polish from the brush, handing it to Luke. This nail was slightly better, but still got on my skin. He painted my thumb green, and let the blobs dry as he began working on my left hand. He continued to put too much on and get it on my skin, but he was concentrating so hard, biting his lip, and furring his eyebrows—it nearly melted my heart.
“How do I put dots?” He held the black up, somewhat examining it.
“Get a toothpick.” I pointed to my nightstand, where I kept my nailpolish. He grabbed the toothpick, dipping it into the black and leaving sloppy dots on my nails. “It’s beautiful.” I laughed once he finished, admiring his work. “Thank you, bae.” I laughed, pecking his lips.

“Do you want some grapes?” Luke asked, standing as I lightly blew on the wet polish.
“Sure.” He disappeared for a few minuted, returning with a bowl of grapes and lying down next to me. “Did you wash them?” I earned an immediate, slightly annoyed look.
“Your mum just asked me the same thing.” He remarked, causing me to smile, shrugging. Luke picked his phone up and began texting again. I sighed to get his attention, only for him to hand me a grape, and when I didn’t take it, try to feed me. I shook my head, pushing his hand away and grabbing my own grape, popping it in my mouth. “You good?” He asked slowly.
“Fine.” Setting his phone down and sitting up, sitting against the headboard like I was, he stuck a grape in his mouth.
“Okay.” He was completely oblivious.

“Who have you been texting all day?” I asked for what I thought was the millionth time today.
“No one.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Luke.” I frowned.
“What?” He became defensive.
“Why won’t you just tell me?” I nagged.
“Because you’ll just get pissy about it.” He assured, ignoring his phone as it went off.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.” He shook his head, answering the text before locking his phone again and setting it face down. It immediately buzzed. “Luke.” I rasped.
“It’s just Madison.” He muttered, diverting his attention to his phone once again.
“Just Madison?” I repeated. “Why are you texting her?” I was honestly hurt that he’d been ignoring me all day to talk to her.

“It’s nothing.” He tried to assure me, but I felt like I was going to cry.
“It’s not nothing.” I turned away. “You know it isn’t.” He was silent for a long while.
“Romy.” He whispered. I heard the distinguished lock of his phone. “Babe.” He traced lines on my back.
“Why are you texting her?” I asked him again.
“It’s nothing.” He shot it down again. “I told you already.” I could essentially hear his eye roll in his voice.
“So why won’t you tell me?” I urged.
“Because it doesn’t matter!” He blew up. “She doesn’t matter! What we’re talking about doesn’t matter! It doesn’t fucking matter!” I bit my lip, standing up and walking.
“Fine.” I spat, exiting my room and slamming the door to the bathroom.

I found myself immediately sinking to the floor, silently crying into my hands. Why the fuck is he texting her?!?! I know it’s not that important, but if it doesn’t matter, then why won’t he tell me?!?! I felt so fucking weak for crying about something so pity, but I couldn’t help it. I’m feeling more emotional than usual, considering I’ve just started my period last night.
“Romy?” Luke knocked on the door. “Come on.” He sighed.
“Luke, I’m not feeling well.” He and I both knew that was a lie. “Maybe you should go.” I just really didn’t want to talk to him right now.
“Come on.” He repeated. “Don’t be mad.” I heard the doorknob jiggle.
“I’m not.” Another lie escaped.
“Yes. You are.” His voice tensed, trying to stay calm. “Just open the door.” He complained. I heard his phone go off, and slowly stood up, wiping my cheeks before unlocking and opening it. Luke stared at me, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning it off, handing it to me.

“See?” He rhetorically asked. “It’s okay.” I set his phone on the counter, Luke pulled my small body into a tight hug. “It’s okay.” He repeated into my hair, and I lost it, sobbing into his chest.
“I left my necklace on your rearview mirror.” I told him. “S-So you’d see it when you’re with her.” Luke’s body tensed as his arms wrapped tighter around me.
“There’s nothing going on between us.” He promised. “I love you, not her.” Pulling away, I wiped my eyes again, staring at his blank phone. “Come on.” He quietly whispered, setting a hand on my waist. “How about we take a nap?” I nodded, grabbing his phone as he led me out and to my room, allowing me to get in bed before pulling me to him. I set my head on his chest, clutching onto his phone as he pulled the blankets up.
“Luke?” I whispered, nearly asleep.
“Hmm?” He hummed.
“Please don’t leave me for her.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And with that, I fell asleep.

***LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW***

Romy was asleep on my chest, holding my phone in her small hands. I couldn’t sleep with her, no matter how much I wanted to. I was so tired, but I just couldn’t fucking sleep. I felt so guilty for what I’d been talking about with Madison. She’d spent the whole day flirting with me and telling me that she can please me because Romy won’t. And I don’t know what to do, I couldn’t help but string Madison along, encouraging her to continue flirting, and it’d be so easy to slip out from under Romy and meet up with Madison, but is that what I want? I’d take my phone out her grip, but she was holding it so hard that I could basically tell how much she didn’t trust me, and it killed me because despite the fact that I need her, I still need something else—that I’m not sure of. I love Romy, but I can’t help the fact that I still like Madison. Grabbing her phone from the bedside, I snapped a quick picture of us and scrolled through her texts, praying that she wasn’t being as shitty as I, and locked it before pulling her closer and forcing myself to fall asleep.

***

***ROMY’S POINT OF VIEW***

I woke up from a text and an empty bed, I’d slept from yesterday afternoon until nine o’clock this morning, and Luke was no longer lying with me. I hadn’t really expected him to be, though. He probably left late last night. Grabbing my phone, I saw that Luke had changed my background to a picture of him and I sleeping, and I couldn’t help but smile. The text was from Kaylee, asking to meet me at Starbucks at ten thirty, and that she wasn’t taking no for an answer. I replied a mere okay and showered before walking to Luke’s to try and get a ride. As I walked into his house, I found that it was mostly empty except for Jack sitting in the living room.

“Is Luke home?” I asked as he tore his attention away from the telly.
“No. He went out.”
“Shit.” I muttered. “Thanks anyways.” But as I turned away, I was stopped.
“Why?” He questioned, turning the volume down.
“I was just trying to get a ride-” I began, getting cut off.
“I can give you a ride.” He offered, I smiled widely.
“Thanks Jack.” Following him out to his car, I got in and prepared for a silent ride. As we got to Starbucks, I thanked him for a ride, and he told me that if I need a ride home, he’d gladly pick me up.

“Romy?” A voice asked, sitting across from me. I’d ordered our favorite drinks while waiting.
“Kaylee.” I immediately responded, finding it hard to meet her eyes.
“This whole thing is stupid.” She admitted. “I should be happy for you, and I am. I’m just angry at myself… For not… You know… Being there.” I could tell how hard it was for her to admit she was wrong.
“Kaylee, you said some shitty things. You know exactly how I lost my virginity, and you still chose to pick at an open wound. I don’t know how I’m supposed to forgive you for practically telling me it was my fault that my dad raped me.” She picked at her sweater, sighing.
“I know.” She whispered. “I just… Romy, I can’t allow myself to go about everything without talking to you. I’ve been such a bitch and I really am sorry.” If I didn’t know Kaylee better, I’d think she was about to cry. “I’m really sorry, and I miss my best friend so much.” She croaked. “Can you just lie and tell me that you miss me too?” She pleaded.
“I do miss you.” I admitted. “But I’m so hurt by the things you’ve said and the way you’ve been acting and how you’ve been ignoring me.” I finally looked at her, and saw silent tears falling down her cheek. “I don’t want this to be it.” I whispered. “I still need you as my best friend, but if this is going to work, then you’re going to have to stop bringing me down so much.” She nodded slowly.
“If I promise to do that, can things be okay?” I was silent for a long while.
“They’ll be as okay as they can.” She smiled weakly, wiping her tears away and sniffling.

“So how is the baby and things with Ashton?” I changed the subject.
“Great!” She laughed. “Wonderful! Uhm… Ashton and I have decided that he’s going to get a job, and we’re both quitting school. We’re trying to find a flat… And-uhm-mum and dad have lent us some money to get us started. So as soon as Ash finds a job, he’s quitting school, and I’m staying in until I give birth.” I couldn’t help but smile at her excitedness.
“That sounds lovely!” I complimented. She really did seem to glow. “Have you thought of names?”
“Well, for a girl we’ve decided on Anne as the middle name, I want Charlotte Anne, Charlie for short. Ash wants Nala Anne, which I don’t really like because it reminds me of the Lion King.” We shared a laugh. “And as for boy names we have Marcus as the set middle name, I want Spencer Marcus. Ashton likes Elijah Marcus. I kind of like Elijah, but I’m on the fence, you know?” I nodded. “We’ve been arguing about the names. Like they’re both nice, but I just like mine better because they’re… Mine, you know?” Again, I nodded. “We’ve decided to keep our own separate names in mind, and when the baby is born, we’ll pick then. Unless one of us comes around to the other name, or finds one we agree on. I read online that the first time you hold your baby is like when you realize the perfect name.” She rambled.

“It sounds a bit cliche, but who knows… I’m not even sure if I want to know the sex, or if I want it to be a surprise. It’d make it hard to shop and stuff, but it’d be like crazy to hear ‘it’s a boy’ or ‘it’s a girl’. I figured it’d take away from the pain.” She smiled. “Ash really wants a boy because it’d be like a mini-him. He’d teach him everything. I want a girl, so I can paint her nails and put her in dresses and do her hair. But I suppose that we’d both be happy with either!” She laughed. “I’m talking a lot, I’m sorry.” She apologized.
“It’s okay.” I giggled.
“How are things with your mum and Owen going, then? And Luke, too?” She asked.
“Eh…” I shrugged. “Owen’s still a dick, mum’s still infatuated with him.” My smile faded. “Luke’s worrying me, though.” I confessed.
“Why’s that?”
“Because… Yesterday, he’s texting Madison all day, and like ignored me most of the time. He swore nothing was going on, but he wouldn’t tell me what they were talking about. And we took a nap, and I woke up in the morning and he was gone. Usually he wakes me up before he goes home, but he didn’t… And I go to his house this morning and he’s not even home! He always tells me about his plans. He’s just being… Odd. So I had to get a ride from Jack. He hasn’t texted me all day, either. Not even a good morning. I’m just worried.” I sighed.

“Hmm…” Kaylee hummed, “That is weird of him. The last time he acted like that was…” Her voice trailed off.
“When he was with Madison.” I finished for her, biting my lip. “Do you think something is going on?” I asked, unsure whether I wanted to know her opinion.
“I can’t answer that.” She frowned. “Luke’s a secretive guy, you know that.” I nodded. “He could just as easily be visiting his grandma.” She shrugged.
“Or he could be with her.” My voice cracked. She stayed silent, knowing fairly well that it was true.
“I wouldn’t worry about it.” She lied.
“What do I do, Kaylee?” I asked, trying not to cry, but failing instantly.
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “I mean… Luke could be with her, he could be with his mum, he could be with the boys… I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s not fair for you to be clueless, too.” My hands wrapped around my warm mug. “Text him.” She urged. “Tell him to pick you up. If not, tell Jack, and fuck Luke if he gets angry.” I did as she directed, texting Luke.
‘Hey, baby. Are you home yet?’ After waiting a solid twenty minutes, I texted Jack, and got an immediate reply that he’d be here in five. After saying goodbye to Kaylee, I got in his car.

“Thanks again.” I smiled, buckling my seatbelt.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked, peeling out of the parking lot. “You look like you’ve been crying.”
“No.” I laughed. “I’m just having… Problems.” I sighed.
“With Luke?” He assumed.
“Yeah.” I rasped. “He’s being weird.” I shook it off, not wanting to tell Jack my problems with his brother.
“I’m sorry.” I shrugged. “Do you want to go get ice cream together?” He offered. “That always makes Taylor feel better.” Taylor was Jack’s girlfriend. I couldn’t help but smile.
“That’d be nice.” I smiled.

***

After Jack and I got ice cream, I honestly felt better. He made me laugh the whole time, and was even generous enough to pay. Taylor was honestly a lucky girl. Jack’s such a sweet guy. On our way home, we saw that Luke was home, and I needed to find out why he was ignoring me, so I urged him to just take me to their house, and went inside. Luke met my eyes as he saw me walk in with Jack, looking angry and crossing to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his room.
“Why were you with Jack?” He demanded, frowning.
“Because you wouldn’t answer your phone.” I found it hard not to snap at him. “Jack was nice enough to drop me off, pick me up, and get ice cream with me.” I folded my arms.
“You got ice cream together?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
“Why the fuck did you get ice cream with him?!?!” He raised his voice.
“Okay. first of all, do not yell at me!” I scolded. “And as I stated before, you’ve made no attempt to contact me at all today, so it’s all your fault, anyways!” Luke scoffed.
“My fault?” He pressed.

“Where were you today?” I changed the subject.
“Just out.” He spat.
“Out with who-” He cut me off.
“It doesn’t matter.” He rolled his eyes, and looking away from me.
“Why doesn’t it matter?!?! I deserve to know!” I pressed. Luke stepped closer to me.
“Because it doesn’t matter!” He repeated. “I don’t have to tell you about every single thing I’m doing!” He yelled at me.
“Stop being so pissy-” Again, I was cut off.
“I’m pissy because I come home and my mum is telling me that my girlfriend is out fucking around with my brother!” I nearly gasped.
“I was not fucking around with him! We went out for ice cream! You didn’t answer me! I was in town! I had to get back somehow!”
“I have a life outside of you!” I felt his breath hit my face, taking all I had in me not to flinch.
“Since when?!?!” I challenged.

“You know, it’s one thing to be out with him, but it’s another to be dressed like that, practically showing your tits to him!” He yelled.
“Excuse me?!?!” I scoffed. “You can’t control what I wear!”
“Well maybe I don’t want a girlfriend who’s dressed like a whore!” I could tell by the look on his face that he regretted it as soon as he said it, but that didn’t stop me from hitting his chest.
“You’re such a fucking arsehole!” I cried. “Fuck you!” He grabbed my forearms, ceasing my hitting.
“You don’t! Remember?!?!” He growled, I tore my arms away from him, pushing him away from me. Our gaze was equivalent to fire, I’m sure we could both burst into flames if it’s held long enough. I turned around to leave, stopping once I opened the door and turning back to him.
“I know you were with her.” I rasped, wiping a stray tear away and slamming the door behind me before rushing out of his house and back to mine.

***

It’s now Sunday night, and since I left Luke’s at around noon, he’d been texting me. I’ve ignored all his calls and texts, refusing to read them. I can’t believe he’d been such an arse today. It was like he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying in the least bit. It was like things were when we first started dating. I couldn’t help but sob all day, lying in bed and ignoring mum’s attempts to come in my room and talk. Every time she did, I turned the telly up and ignored her. As I was flipping through the channels, I’d finally stopped crying, and the door opened. Looking up, I expected mum, but Luke was there.
“Leave.” I ordered. “I don’t want to talk to you.” He didn’t budge, bringing himself to my bed and sitting down, setting a purple and red bag next to me. I didn’t look at him, and he didn’t speak for a long while.
“I got you something.” He finally told me. “It’s to say I’m sorry.” I slowly reached over, grabbing the bag and pulling the contents out to see a small stuffed puppy and a jar of separated Nerds. I remained with a deadpan expression. “I separated the Nerds because I know that’s how you like them. It took me hours.” I didn’t reply, pushing them to the side and leaning back against my headboard. “I’m sorry I was an arse.” He mumbled, I shook my head. “I wasn’t with her, though.” I knew he was lying, but I chose to ignore it.

“Please talk to me.” He sighed.
“I don’t want to.” I muttered, sinking down into my bed and pulling the duvet over my head, turning away from him. I felt Luke’s arm drape over me.
“I’m such a jerk.” I mumbled. “I’m sorry." He attempted to pull the duvet away from my face, but I held it tighter. “I’m an arse.” He repeated.
“You’re really mean.” I agreed, secretly crying under the duvet.
“How can I fix it?” He asked, pulling my duvet off and revealing my tear soaked face. His lips were indented into a frown as he wiped my cheeks. “Tell me how I can fix it.” He pleaded.
“You can leave.” I whispered, sniffling. “I don’t want to talk to you.” Luke pursed his lips.
“Don’t make me leave.” He frowned. “Please.” He pulled my body to him, and I started to cry into his chest.
“Why do you like her so much better than me?” I cried.
“I don’t.’ He lied. “I never will.” His hands rubbed up and down my back in a soothing gesture. “I love you so much, Romy.” He insisted.
“So why are you hanging around her?” I asked.
“I won’t anymore.” He half-promised. “If it makes you happy, I’ll never talk to Madison Brown again.” I knew it wasn’t true, but I snuggled into him. “I’m sorry.” He said for the hundredth time. “Are you angry at me?”
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Okay…” His voice trailed off. “I’ll have to find a way to fix that, then.”

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