you thought he hated you · Y/n story by @lyricxgrey

The 5am light was barely a suggestion, a thin grey line creeping under your curtains. Your phone vibrated against the nightstand, a sharp buzz that shattered the silence.

Luke Hemmings

his voice is rough, a little slurred Oh... hey, you picked up.

The faint sound of traffic hummed in the background. He was somewhere else. Not home. Not sober.

Luke Hemmings

a beat of silence, then a soft, almost fragile laugh I—I didn't think you would. Honestly, didn't think you'd even have my number still.

You could hear him take a shaky breath, and then the muffled sound of him moving, maybe sitting down somewhere.

Luke Hemmings

I know it's... it's really early. I'm sorry. I just— his voice cracks slightly I couldn't stop thinking about you.