Luke sobbed out as he sat on the cold bathroom tiles, reading the hate comments on twitter that the 5sos-haters had posted. He knew it was stupid to read it but he couldn't help himself.

Luke is so fucking fat, it's crazy!

one said.

why do you all think Luke Hemmings is cute and hot? All I see is a fat cow..

another one said. Lukes heart was aching by every comment he read. His warm tears wouldn't stop streaming down his face. He was alone in the bus, he knew. The boys was out playing soccer, but Luke had told them that he would rather stay home. He had said that they could just go and have fun.

Luke turned off his phone and grabbed a tissue. He wiped his tears away and threw the tissue in the trashcan. He unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom. He knew he was alone but he had locked the door, just in case they came home. Luke didn't know why he wiped away his tears, because they came back anyways. He went to lay in his bunk. He pulled the blanket over his body, and he let the tears slip down his cheeks. After a couple of minutes of crying, sobbing and hiccupping, Luke fell asleep.

The boys finished playing soccer about 30 minutes later. They entered the bus laughing and Calum threw the ball at the couch.

"that was seriously the best game ever!" Michael exclaimed.

Calum nodded. "I would just wish Luke had been there."

Ashton agreed.

"Where is Luke anyways?" Michael asked.

Calum and Ashton both shrugged.

"Why don't you two start cooking, then I'll look for him?" Calum asked, knowing that he wasn't the best at cooking and Michael and Ashton would do a way better job. Michael and Ashton started cooking and Calum searched through the bus. He looked in the bathroom, in the lounge room, In the kitchen even though he knew he wasn't there.

"Where can one little hemmo be?" Calum groaned to himself. If Calum was a cartoon character, there would appear a light bulb over his head in that moment as he realised that he hadn't checked the bunks yet. Calum went to the bunks and pulled Lukes curtains back. He watched the sleeping Luke for a couple of seconds. His hair was messy and there were tear tracks on his cheeks. Calum knelt down and leant over. He rubbed Lukes cheek.

"Lukey?" He whispered earning a small whimper followed by stretching. Luke opened his eyes slowly.

"hmmm..." Luke mumbled tiredly and closed his eyes again.

"Lukey?" Calum called again, a bit louder and rubbed Lukes cheek. Luke pretended that he didn't hear Calum. "come on Luke, you have to get up. Dinner is almost ready."

Once again, Luke acted like he was sleeping. Calum sighed and crawled into bed next to Luke. He wrapped his arm around the younger boy.

"Hey bud, I know you're not sleeping. What's up? Why are you ignoring me? Why don't you wanna talk?" Calum asked.

"Not hungry." Luke mumbled, nuzzling his head into Calum. Calum rubbed his back.

"Are you sure Lukey? You never skip."

"I just ate before." Luke lied. Luke also lied about the not being hungry part, I was really hungry but he wouldn't allow himself to eat.

"Okay." Calum said. "Do you wanna go be with us while we eat or do you wanna sleep here?"

"Sleep."

Calum nodded and left.

Later that night Luke went to the bathroom. He sat down and read some of the hate comments again.

Luke hemmings is fat as fuck

Luke took a deep breath and sat in front of the toilet. He leant over and looked hesitatively into the clear water. Luke then looked at his hand. He took his pointer finger and pressed it down his throat. As soon as his finger hit his uvula, he gagged and threw up. He cried out loudly and removed his finger quickly. He was both surprised and shocked by himself and he was shaking violently.

"Luke?" A tired voice asked from outside the bathroom. "You okay?"

"I-I-I'm fine." Luke stuttered. Luke heard a click sound and. He remembered how Calum had learned a trick about how he could unlock a door with anything. Luke quickly sat back against the wall and hid his finger behind his back. The door opened and Calum stepped in.

"Are you sick mate?" He frowned.

"I-I don't know." Luke whispered. Calum sat down next to him and felt his forehead.

"You're warm but not as in a fever. It might just be the tears thats heating you up. You just threw up huh?"

Luke nodded. Calum flushed the toilet and grabbed a tissue. He wiped Lukes mouth and threw the tissue out.

"ASH?!" Calum called.

"What?" Ashton asked back sleepily.

"Luke just threw up, what should I do?"

It was quiet for a moment before Ashton came to the bathroom and saw Luke and Calum on the floor.

"Aw Lukey.. You can go back to bed Calum, I will help him shower."

"No that's fine. You just go back to sleep, I'll help him shower. Then I'll give him some stomach relaxers or something and tuck him back into bed." Calum smiled weakly. Ashton nodded and left.

"okay Lukey, lift your arms then I'll help you get your shirt off." Calum said and Luke lifted his left arm only.

"Both arms Luke." Calum frowned. Luke cried out.

"What is it Lukey? Whats the matter?" Calum asked but Luke just cried and wouldn't speak. "Come on bud, lift your right arm too so we can get you in the shower. You don't wanna stink of vomit do ya?" Luke shook his head but didn't lift his arm.

"Is something hurting you bubble? Is that why you won't lift it?"

Luke shook his head once again. Calum grabbed Lukes face with his hand and reached out for Lukes hidden arm with the other one. He grabbed the arm and pulled it away from Lukes back. Calum now saw that the hand was covered in saliva and vomit.

"I-I'm sorry Calum! I-I'm sorry!" Luke cried harder.

"Shh... Let's get you into the shower now okay. We will figure this out later." Calum helped Luke out of his clothes and into the shower. He noticed how skinny Luke was and how shaky he was. Lukes body wracked every time he sobbed.

"Shhh..." Calum comforted.

Calum poured shampoo in his hands, and then ran them through Lukes golden hair. He massaged Lukes scalp and watched the shampoo turn into white and soapy bubbles. He then ran his hands down Lukes body. Luke was shaking as Calum touched his body parts.

"Easy Luke... It's just me. Calum. Your best friend." Calum comforted as he rubbed his hands over Lukes waist and stomach. He rubbed them over his buttocks and in between his thighs, down his legs and under his armpits. Luke breathed out as Calum rinsed the shampoo off of his body with the water and then rinsed it out of his hair. Calum poured conditioner into Lukes hair and rinsed it out, making it extra soft.

"There we go." Calum whispered, holding Luke as he helped him out of the shower. He helped drying him and dressed him in his pyjamas.

"Do you wanna go to bed, or do you wanna go sit in the lounge for a bit?" Calum asked

"Lounge." Luke mumbled and Calum helped him into the lounge. They both sat on the couch, Luke leaning his head against Calums shoulder. Calum knew he shouldn't say anything. He should wait till Luke was ready.

"I'm sorry." Luke spoke shakily.

"Why Lukey? what's making you do this to yourself?" Calum asked.

"I-It's the hate Cal.. I-I can't."

Calum held Luke tightly.

"Don't mind them Lukey. You are beautiful, just as you are. The world is full of judging people, but you don't have to prove anything to them. All you have to prove is how kind and sweet and goodhearted you are, and how talented you are." Calum whispered. Luke nodded sleepily. He closed his eyes.

"I love you Luke." Calum whispered.

"Love you too." Luke mumbled before he dozed off to sleep.