Estelle Finley has been friends with Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings for three years. When the boys bring her along on a jam-packed road trip to Cape Cod with the rest of the band, their adventures are just beginning. Through long hours driving, exploring cities, and hidden secrets, something more is bound to happen on this journey. How will this road trip change Estelle’s friendship with the friends she’s come to love so dearly?
“Dad?” I asked, utterly shocked at the mess that was unfolding before my very eyes.
“What? No acknowledging me?” the familiar voice asked.
I looked just slightly to the left of my father, the familiar face of my brother Wesley came into view. He clearly hadn’t shaved in at least a month with his scraggly half shadow of a beard. It had been at least two years since I had seen him and now, seeing him again, made me want to scream.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
Ashton had his hand on the small of my back, trying his best to comfort me. It felt like everyone in the house was watching me, like I was living my life out on a television screen.
“You remember your betrothed,” my dad said, gesturing to the man standing behind Wes.
My heart stopped. A commitment that I had never agreed to and yet, here was my father bringing it back to haunt me. Aiden Harper. He had certainly gotten taller since we were in middle school. The likelihood of him being less of a giant idiot though was probably very small.
“Aiden,” I whispered, still in shock.
“Who the hell is he Estelle?” Luke asked, voice full of anger.
I met his eyes, finding the storm of hurt and rage swirling in them. It took everything in my body to not just run over to him. There were more eyes on us than I wanted for a conversation like that.
“Oh, I suspect she didn’t inform you. This is the man she is intended to marry in two years time,” my dad said.
Luke clenched his fist. I felt the anger radiating off of him from the stairs. Before anyone got into a fight, I stepped down from the stairs and stood between the two.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Well darling daughter, you seem to think that I can’t stop you from seeing this man child over there, so I’ve come to prove you wrong,” he said with a smile.
It was the same smile I had seen my entire life. One of manipulation and dishonesty.
“How?” I continued.
“You see, your friends here, well, they sometimes do great work at covering up their partying or their general misuse of their fame, but myself and my contacts are more clever than their publicist. I have a multitude of photos and videos of them misbehaving that would surely ruin any chance they had at making another album,” he said, the smile widening.
“You’re lying,” Ashton said from behind me.
“Oh son, you wish I was don’t you? Doubt you’d like that threesome video from your Vegas trip a year ago to get out,” my dad said, gritting his teeth.
I felt the whole room tense. This was serious and it was happening right in front of my face. There were stories of how my dad would manipulate people into what he wanted, but I had never seen it happen. Some of them felt more fabricated than reality would allow. Yet, it was reality and he was doing everything he could to stop me.
“What do you want?” I asked, biting back tears.
It was no longer a question of what I had to do. I’d do it to protect them. Ashton reached for me again, but I moved away. It was my battle now.
“You’ll be coming home with me right now. You can move into your new house in August and you’ll stay in your tiny little apartment until then. You will no longer speak to these children or be seen with them in the media. Oh and you’ll be seen with Aiden getting engaged next week,” he said.
My eyes went wide. Engaged? It meant giving away my entire life to a person who would most likely cheat on me the first chance he got.
“Elle, you don’t-”
“Fine. If I do this, you leave them alone?” I asked, cutting off Calum.
“Yes.”
“You will never threaten them or harm them?” I pressed.
“I promise,” my dad said.
“Fine. I’ll get my stuff,” I said, turning around and marching up the stairs.
The tears fell down my face as I reached the landing. I was defeated, hurt, and exhausted. All I cared about was protecting them from him. There were footsteps following after me as I opened the door to my room.
“Don’t do this,” Luke said, a waiver in his voice.
I looked up, seeing the tears in his own eyes that matched mine.
“If I don’t, you lose your dream,” I said, grabbing the clothes from the closet.
“We can fight this, make it through this,” he argued.
“No we can’t Luke! If he has that kind of stuff on Ashton, what do you think he has on you or Cal? I won’t let you guys be collateral damage!” I said.
“Little dove-”
“Don’t. Please don’t.”
I stopped, balling my fists into the pair of shorts in my hands. That nickname meant so much to me. Luke called me it for the first time after he heard me sing and then he kept using it whenever he was saying something nice or being sweet. It was just our thing. He wrapped his arms around me, taking the shorts out of my hands. His short breaths gave away the fact that he was crying too. We were so close to that happiness I wanted and it was all going away.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
He pulled away, pressing his lips against mine shortly before resting his forehead on mine.
“Don’t walk out the door,” he begged.
“I have to or else everything you worked so hard for gets ripped from you by that man and I won’t be able to live with myself if that happens,” I said.
My hands rested on his cheeks, gently running my finger against the stubble growing. This was it. My lips touched his one last time before I went back to grabbing my things.
“Bugs, you don’t have to do this on your own,” Ashton said from the doorway.
“Yes I do. You’ll do amazing on the next album,” I said, wiping at my tears.
“What am I gonna do without you?” he whimpered.
“I don’t know, but you’ll figure it out.”
He hugged me tightly, putting every last ounce of love into it.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, holding on so I didn’t have to let go.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
After my things were tucked into the suitcase, I gave my last round of hugs. The sound of us all walking down the stairs felt wrong. Everything was wrong. I stopped just short of the door, turning and meeting everyone’s watery eyes.
“I am so incredibly sorry for this,” I said, the weight of the apology heavy on my heart.
“Save it dear. They can watch the wedding online,” my dad said, pulling on my arm to get me moving.
“Don’t touch her!” Luke yelled.
Everyone stopped again. Things felt like they were going in slow motion.
“You might be her father, but you will never be her dad. No dad would put his children through this,” he said, voice laced with venom.
My father smiled at him, letting my arm go. Wesley took my suitcase and nudged Aiden to lead me out of the house. Luke stood there, waiting, but all my father did was smile. Aiden closed the car door after I got in, making me watch Luke stand there as we drove away. Every piece of my heart shattered as I watched him fall to his knees in tears. Timing was a bitch.
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TWO MONTHS LATER
LUKE’S POV
“Luke! Come on dude!” Calum yelled from outside my room.
I had yet to leave my bed and it was already 5 PM. He came by every day to check on me and almost every day, he found me still in bed.
“Go away!” I yelled back.
Getting out of bed never felt right or even remotely okay. Since Estelle left, nothing felt right anymore. Everyday was just a different way of going through the motions, barely existing.
“You gotta get out of bed today,” Calum said, bursting through the door.
“Why? We don’t have anything to do,” I said, tucking my face into my pillows.
“Maybe, but you haven’t left the house in two months and it’s time you did,” he said, opening the curtains.
The bright sunshine of L.A. hurt my eyes. Petunia licked my face as she saw the sun. The look Calum gave me felt like one from my mom when I was younger.
“If I get up, will you leave me alone for the rest of the week?” I asked, slowly sitting up.
“Sure,” he said.
I knew he was lying from the smile on his face. My feet dragged as I went to the bathroom. Another routine of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing my hair gone. When I came back out, Calum was holding up new clothes.
“Why?”
“We are going out so put on something that isn’t sweatpants,” he said.
I groaned, taking the jeans and button up from him.
“You realize I’m not bringing anyone home right?”
“Yes Luke. Just shut up and get dressed.”
Legs went through the jeans and arms went through the shirt. It was a facade as to the pain that I felt every single day I woke up and remembered I couldn’t be with my person. Calum messed with my hair and patted my back, ushering me out of the house.
“Be a good girl piggy!” I yelled before Calum closed the door.
My phone dinged.
Mentioned: @Luke5SOS when is there gonna be new music?
The muscles in my face relaxed. No tweets from her...again.
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ESTELLE’S POV
The setting sun was blinding through the windows of the cafe. Everyone was going about their evenings, enjoying their coffees or teas. A familiar face tucked underneath a hoodie and a baseball hat walked in, the sun behind him making him glow like an angel.
“One black coffee please,” he said softly.
Stress from the week of teaching melted away as I listened to him. My iced vanilla latte swirled as I stirred it carefully. The chair squeaked against the tile as he sat down. I met the hazel eyes staring at me.
“Hey bugs,” he whispered, taking a sip of coffee.
“Hi there stranger,” I said, a smile slowly coming out.
“How’s life?” he asked.
“Shitty. I miss you guys,” I said.
Our hands touched, the slightest bit of relief washed over me. It felt nice to be able to see him again. The weeks we weren’t able to do this seemed to drag on longer than most. It wasn’t easy to forget about the friends I was no longer allowed to see. The moments I had made me feel more guilty than anything else. He turned his palm over, gently squeezing my hand.
“We miss you too, bugs,” he said.
I wanted so badly to ask about Luke, but knew it would hurt more than I was prepared for. Ashton squeezed again.
“He’s doing his best,” he said.
Tears welled up in my eyes. If Luke was okay then surely, I should be too.
“How are the kids?” he continued, pulling away.
“Good. They’re still excited about school and spritely,” I said with a shrug.
“And you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Holding up. I have to be seen with Aiden once a week so I keep my distance as long as possible until our scheduled outings. He goes around sleeping with women in the off time and pretends to be the perfect fiancé in the meantime. Guess that’s life now.”
“I wish it wasn’t that way,” he said, slightly angry.
“Ash, you know I don’t have that much of a choice,” I argued.
“I know, but I hate it. I hate that you can’t come over or see us or come to shows. I hate that we have to tell everyone that we aren’t friends anymore. You’re my best friend and I have to hide you.”
“I should go,” I whispered, suddenly no longer feeling up for talking.
“Bugs, I didn’t mean to-”
“No, I should go. I’ve got grading and lesson plans,” I said, cutting him off.
Without looking, I walked out of the cafe. The pain took over once I closed my car door as it always did after seeing Ashton. The relics of the past hurt more and more and when I attempted to go back to normal or confront them, I ended up crying in my car. The amount of times I had driven past Luke’s place just to see if a light was on was ridiculous at this point. My phone screen lit up with a text, my background of me and Luke bringing on more tears.
Aida: Miss you. Drinks on Friday?
I ignored it, opting for driving home instead. The drive went by like it always did. My house was empty and lonely. Another thing that was meant to be something else. The exhaustion of the day wore on me as I collapsed into the couch cushions, sleep slowly taking over.
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The pounding on my front door woke me from the nap I was taking. I groggily got up from the couch and made my way to it, peeking through the window.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” I asked, finding a very drunk Luke and Calum.
“Estelle!” Luke cheered, a giant smile on his face.
“Again, what are you doing here?” I repeated.
“I might have given your address to the Uber driver on accident,” Calum admitted.
“Get in here,” I groaned.
They shuffled inside behind me. I checked the door to see if any of the press had followed them. Calum fell onto the couch, giggling as he did so. Luke kept staring at me.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” he mumbled.
“Shush,” I said, helping him into the guest bedroom.
He giggled as I tucked him in. I put a glass of water on the side table for him in case he woke up. As I went to turn off the light, he grabbed my hand.
“I missed you little dove,” he whispered.
His eyes were sincere and it broke every piece of my heart. Luke fell asleep shortly after speaking, his face becoming relaxed and serene. It reminded me of the first time he ever stayed the night at my place. He had slept so soundly that night that he was asleep until one in the afternoon. My heart ached as I looked at him.
“He still loves you Elle,” Calum said from the doorway.
I walked towards the door, shutting off the light as I exited and closing the door behind me.
“I love him too. Now please go rest in the upstairs guest room,” I said with a sigh.
Calum stumbled his way up the stairs before closing the door. My head fell into my hands, frustration building. The morning couldn’t come fast enough.
A.N: It’s been ages and I feel horrible for leaving this on such a cliffhanger for so long, but I want to finish this story. It’s almost done. It’s mainly all written and it’s time Estelle and Luke get their story told. So here we go.
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