The Fake Girlfriend // Luke Hemmings Fanfic

chapter six

Previously:

I peel my eyes away from her which was harder than I thought it would be as I look out the window again. We were already far off the ground, as everything starts to get smaller and smaller until we were completley above the fluffy white clouds, shielding us from the world below.  

I rest my head on the side, as I kept on staring into the blue abyss that makes up the sky, daydreaming about everything and nothing at the same time, desperately trying to not look over at her again.

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Piper's POV

 I only dared open my eyes  until I was sure we were done with the takeoff. I kept my legs tucked up but I unclenched but to feel a sharp stinging feeling on my palm.

I looked down and saw dark red blood all over my hand and realised that my nails had digged so tightly, it had cut through my skin.

I was shocked by the sight of it, as I let out a gasp, not a loud one but enough to make Luke hear as he turned around to look at me.

He looked annoyed at first but then saw my hand and his facial expressioned softened as a worried look came into his eyes.

"What happened?" he blurted, now looking up at my face.

"I, uh, I accidentally cut it." I stuttered, surprised at the sound of genuine concern in his voice.

"Here." He said, reaching into his bag and giving me a pack of tissues, "I don't have any plasters or whatever."

"Thanks, it's okay," I mumbled.

I took the pack of tissues from his hand as I tried to open it but it hurt my hand to touch anything so I gave up almost immediately, knowing I could never do this myself.

He looked at me for a second before he grabbed the tissues of my lap and took out one himself. My face was probably creased with confusion as he grabbed my hand gently as he started dabbing away the blood.

It kind of hurt but I didn't want to say anything and anyway I could tell he was trying to be careful. 

When he finished, he shoved the tissue into the mini bin that was built in to the wall next to us.

"Your still gonna need to clean it properly, like with anti-septic or something or I'll think it'll get infected or some shit like that." He mumbled, then he clicked the button above us that tells the people on the plane we needed assistance.

I didn't say anything, instead I just nodded, keeping my head focused on the floor.

I don't why he was so concerned about me or that he helped me at all, I mean just one hour ago he was full on death glaring at me and now he was being attentive and, well, kind but I decided it was probably best nt to over-analyse it.

Soon enough a stewardess came over and asked us what we needed which then Luke responded with anti-septic wipes and plasters.

"Why are you doing this?" I blurted, immediately regretting my words after I say them.

"What? What do you mean why am I doing this?" He quetioned, looking confused.

"I just meant, that, uh, well I kind of got the impression that you didn't, well, like me very much. Well actually at all." I stuttered back.

"Oh." Is all he said back to me. He had this expression on his face that looked like a mix between hurt and annoyed.

"Sorry you think that way." He finally said. His voice had gone back to cold, with no emotion in it what so ever as he turned away from me again, staring out the window.

Oh god, I really shouldn't of said anything. Now i've completely fucked this all up. Just when I think maybe Luke and I can actually get along, I open my mouth and speak. This is actually a very good example of why I like to limit my use of words around people.

The stewardess comes back over with the antiseptic and plasters, as I politely accept them and say thank you.

It took me five minutes to actually open the pack of anti septic wipes because my hands and it stung like hell when I used.

The plasters were easier to use, but still, I kind of hoped Luke would help me but he kept staring out the window, completely ignoring my presence.

I started to feel more and more nervous about how high up we were in the air, and with every second, more anxiety built up inside of me. 

I quickly pull out my mac laptop from my bag and turn it on. Whilst it was powering up, I decided to look around me.

The rest of the band and Laura were all close around, Ashton was fast asleep already, calum was listening to music and Micheal was playing some game on his phone. Laura was reading some sort of fashion magazine, vogue of something.

I logged into my laptop as I connect to the wifi the plane gives us and start watching YouTube videos.

I mainly just watched dan howell, and his newest video 'The Internet Is Mean'. The sister Daniel part made me laugh which improved my currently shitty mood.

 After four straight hours of mindless scrolling down tumblr and a million youtube videos, I felt my head begin to drop and my eyes repeatedly going in and out of focus so I decide that i'll take a nap. 

I put the laptop back in my bag and curl up into a small ball on my chair, using my arm as a makeshift pillow. The second I closed my eyes, I was already fast asleep.

//A.N TY SO MUCH FOR READING lol, pls vote and like tell me if you want a type of scene you want to happen later in the story I dunno, if you want, if you didn't get the sister daniel reference don't worry it was just something from his video lmao, okay BYYYE XOXO//