I Am Just Like You

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A/N: Yeah this took me a while to write. No, I wasn't in deep thought while writing this. Yes, I procrastinated writing this. But it's here so what does it matter!!!
-DancingPumpkinHead <3

Alice's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.
I'm in the hospital. Why, though? I look down at myself and I'm in a hospital gown with an IV in my arm. I turn my head to the left and see Luke with his head in this hands, and his elbows resting on his knees.
"Luke...?" I say softer than I expected. His head shot up with wide eyes, and ran to my bedside.
"Luke, why am I here," I ask him. The last thing that I remember was us going to dinner, and then I fell to the ground. My legs just collapsed and everything in sight went dark. Now I'm here? This makes no sense to me.
"Well, when we were leaving the restaurant, we were walking out and you just dropped. You were lying on the ground lifeless, and everything was happening so fast," he spoke while reliving the memory in his head. His hands gave wild gestures as he talked, and he didn't make eye contact with me with his pale, white face.
"The first thing I did was call for an ambulance," he continued, "and then they took x-rays, and gave you medicine through your IV," he spoke as he pointed to the tall metal bar holding bags of water and medicine. "They found out something through one of the x-rays." He bared. He sat up straight and looked me dead in the eye. He had a cold expression as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"What did they find?" I asked him quietly. At this point, I was only hoping that what ever it was, was that it wouldn't ruin my life, and have an impact on. I have a career that I have to keep alive!
"Well," Luke started, "you have pulmonary hypertension, or PH for short. It's when you have a high blood pressure in your lungs which can make it hard to breathe. That's why you passed out at the restaurant." He looked me dead in the eye with my hand in his.

"Oh." That was all I could manage. I wasn't too sure how to handle this. I've never had anything medically wrong with me before.

Just then, the doctor walked in with papers in his hands. "Ok, Mrs. Tucker," he bagan," You're all set to go." He told me while doing soemthing at a nearby counter.

"What do you mean, 'I'm all set?!'" I asked frantically, "I was only here for one day!"

"Actually," he began,"You've been here for three days." He told me like this was nothing. I looked at Luke with wide eyes; asking for an explanation. He just shrugged and stood up, still holding my hand.

-1 hour later-

Luke signed the paper work, and the hopsital gave me a weeks worth of medicine to calm my blood pressure so this won't happen again. I changed into some regular clothes that Luke brought me.

We took each other's hands and walked outside. Within a split second we were swarmed by papparazi. Each of them with cameras and microphones; asking rediculous questions about why I was in the hospital. "Everyone leave us alone!" Luke continuously yelled, waving his hand around for space,"we don't want to answer any of your stupid questions!!" He tightened his grip on my hand and bolted to the car. He shoved me in the passenger seat and ran around the hood to the driver's seat. He slammed the door and took a deep breath.
"Why are they always so nosey all the time?!" Luke whispered to himself as he started the car.
Just then I got a call from my manager. I was surprised that she called me, after all she is only my manager for the money she gets. She doesn't care at all about me. One time, a few months back, I was walking down a long flight of stairs and she was behind me. She "bumped" into me, causing me to tumble down four flights of stairs. I was in a cast for six weeks. She thought this would help me get a role for a crippled girl. It didn't.

"Hey Julia." I spoke in a bothered tone. I peered over at Luke who was focused on the road. He didn't enjoy Julia's company any more than I did but he understood when it was time to talk about work.
"So," she began,"I heard that you just got out of the hospital!"
"How?! I literally got out a second ago?!"
"It's on TMZ right now! They're showing you and Luke running out of there. This will be great for the public! Broken and distressed celeb with her tough and brave boyfriend leaving the hospital after her relapse!" She spoke with excitement in her voice but it was all just a load of bull.
"What?!" I semi-yelled, causing to get the attention of Luke,"I didn't 'relapse' on anything! I have a serious lung condition, and the doctor said I can't do acting or heavy breathing for at least two weeks." I tried to explain to her.
"Whatever," and with that she hung up on me. I bet she's going to make me act anyways; going against what I need to do to keep me healthy.
"I hate Julia," Luke spoke up with disgust in his voice.
"Yeah, me too," I chuckled. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, which earned a smile from him.

After a little while of driving, we arrived at his house. We were planning to just keep it mellow today and hand out a bit.
We walked in and were bombarded by Luke's bandmates. All of them filled with questions about what exactly happened. Me and Luke informed them about it and there wasn't much to talk about.
Luke lead me up to his room to watch Mean Girls, as it was his favorite. As he opened the door, I took in everything there. His walls were dark and covered with different band posters like All Time Low, 1975, Green Day, and others. His drawers were neatly organized with small artifacts scattered on top of it. He had a large king sized bed with a fluffy, plaid bedspread with non-matching pillows. And the famous acoustic guitar that he used in his fetus youtube videos was perched in the corner, next to his electric one he uses for performing. It was a pretty spacious room, and had a double layer for sitting and stuff, with a bathroom.

Luke closed the door behind him and hugged me from behind. He put his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck.
"I love you." He simply whispered, which just melted my heart. I turned around to meet his gaze.
"I love you, too," I said while leaning in slowly to kiss him.
I have never kissed Luke before. His lips were as soft as a blanket and tasted like cherries. He grabbed my waist, gingerly, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"HEY WHAT'S--" screeched Michael as he slammed the door open and stared at us making out in the middle of Luke's room.
"Ohhhhhhh," said Michael as he closed the door slowly while pointing his finger at us.

Damn cock-block.