Disasterology ✞Luke Hemmings✞

Chapter 15- Congratulations

Welcome to a brand new generation

You don't know

So let me help you understand

You see, you try to build yourself a reputation

So you can prove to everyone that you're the man, yeah.

So why is it us that make you feel so helpless? Whoa.

You better get it out while you still can (while you still can).

"Hi!" the boys shouted entering the dressing room.

"You're exclusive look at how the boys look after they've finished a show," I laughed.

"You still going?" Michael asked and plopped down beside me.

"Yeah. They like my skirt," I smiled.

"She has like ten of them," he told the webcam.

"Three actually. I'll tweet out my names on my other social media sites later guys. I'm going to go before these boys take over completely. I hope you all have a good rest of your night or day if it's day time where you are. If it's your birthday happy birthday. If it's not your birthday happy...not birthday. I love you all. Stay beautiful. Peace. Bye," I said crazily then stopped my twitcam.

"What was that?" Luke asked.

"I really have no idea," I laughed then my phone vibrated against me knee.

I opened my Twitter notification and saw I had a DM from someone.

Hi. My name is Emilia and I just need someone to talk to. I was hoping that could be you.

Of cause! What's up?

My mum is pressuring me to be this image of perfect but she's taking it too far.

What's she doing?

How is this supposed to help?

I need to what she expects of you to help.

This is stupid. I'm sorry for wasting your time.

You haven't wasted anyone's time now tell me and I can help you.

She's wants me to go to all these events and be someone I'm not. What do I do?

That all?

She also wants me to wear dresses and get a boyfriend but I don't like any of the guys she wants me to date.

Have you tried talking to her about it?

She never listens and my dad tells me to just do it for her.

Does he know the severity of it?

No one does. It's so bad that if I break I'm going to do something irreversible

Then tell them. If it's that bad then you need help.

She won't believe me. I've had to fake it for so long she thinks I like everything she wants me to and if I say I don't she'll think I'm lying.

Keep persisting. You need to tell her how you feel

But what if it doesn't stop? I don't know what I should do about my depression.

Is there a professional you could speak to or a family member?

I can't. They'll find out and think I'm an attention seeker.

Keep messaging me. If you ever feel down or like you want to do something drastic message me and I'll help.

Thank you so much! I have to go but you've helped. Thank you again.

Don't worry about it. Have a good rest of your day or night.

"Who were you messaging?" Luke asked hugging me from behind the couch.

"This girl names Emilia"

"What did you talk about?"

"Personal things," I smirked.

"Please just date already," Ashton yelled making Luke let me go and me to laugh.

"He likes someone else anyway," I told Ash.

"Bullshit," he said covering it with a fake cough.

"Keep telling yourself that," I smiled and got up.

"Luke tell her it's not true"

"I...what?"

"Tell her you like her"

"But what if I don't? And besides...why would I tell her I liked her in front of you three?"

"See? Told you he doesn't like me," I said my voice breaking slightly; fucking emotions.

"You right?" Calum asked.

"Yeah," I said then coughed. "Dry throat"

"You're such a bad liar," Luke whispered in my ear.

"So are you", I said looking up at him.

"He's also what?" Michael asked.

"Don't worry," I said then inhaled deeply; man is he confusing. "Boys are confusing," I announced then walked out to go to the bathroom.