Imagine [L.H]

80 Epilogue

LUKE'S POV:

As soon as we got home Sam bombarded us with questions.

"What's in the bag? I see red, what is it? Can I see? Why won't you let me see?" Sam whined, pulling at the hem of my shirt as I saw Ellie on the phone with god knows who.

"Oh look, Uncle Cal has chocolate!" I yelled, Calum peered at me from the kitchen with wide eyes as Lacey and I quickly scrambled up the stairs and into my room.

"Give me!" I heard Sam yell as I shut and locked the door, sighing as I flopped onto my bed.

"Come on, we have to wrap them up," Lacey whined and lightly pinched my side when I didn't respond or move.

"Ouch, okay fine." I sat up and watched as she sat cross legged on the ground and began taking out the presents she had bought.

"Here's the wrapping paper," I mumbled, handing her the cylinder shaped item.

"Want me to help you with yours?" She asked as she reached into a bag and grabbed scissors because for some odd reason we didn't have any here.

"Please," I said quietly and sat down next to her with my knees up to my chest when I remembered something.

"Why did that girl want a picture with you?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows. Lacey smiled as she taped a box shut, "I write books." She said simply.

"So you're an author?"

She hummed in response and began cutting through a thing of paper while questions kept racing through my mind.

"What kind of books -- or genre or whatever?" I asked, resting my head on her shoulder.

"I have a realistic fiction book out," she began. "But the next book -- that I'm already writing -- will be fiction."

"Summarize your book for me?" I asked, kissing her shoulder and felt her tense up.

"I rather not Luke," she whispered, nudging me off her shoulder.

"I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it it's fine," I apologized, sitting besides her but not touching her.

She shook her head softly and sniffled. "Distance. It's about distance and how one person can change every little thing about you."

I frowned but intwined our fingers, my larger hand basically scooping up Lacey's small one.

"I barely started writing the other one a few days ago," she said quietly, shifting around where she was sitting before she gasped.

"Pull up your sleeve," she said quickly.

"Wh--"

"Just do it!" She yelled, pulling up her sleeve as I pulled up mine with furrowed eyebrows.

"There's nothing there what are you talking about --"

"Nothing, Luke, there's nothing on our arms," she squeaked.

Realization hit me and a smile spread onto my face when I saw a scar in the shape of a pentagon.

"Oh my gosh," I breathed, pulling Lacey into a hug.

"Why did it just disappear, though?" She asked as she stuffed her face into the crook of my neck which caused me to gently shove her off of me because I was ticklish there.

"Ashton told me -- a while ago -- that once you are...intimate with your pair it goes away and leaves a scar."

"This calls for another intimate moment then," Lacey giggled, bringing herself onto my lap and pressing a kiss to the side of my lip.