Paris' P.O.V.
After about 20 minutes, Luke finally came back with some Italian takeout because who doesn' love pasta. So basically watching Pitch Perfect on the couch.
"I can feel you looking at me." I sya turning my head to look at him good. He blushed but never took his gaze from my face.
"That's because your so beautiful." he says. Now it was my turn to blush but still never broke our gaze. But within a blink of an eye, Luke's soft pink lips crashed to mine and we were in a full on make-out session. My hands easily knotting in his soft brown hair. i see that shower was nessecary from him. His large hand resting softly on my waist.
But just then we heard someone clearing their throat after our 2 minute session. I looked up to see if it was just my idiot sister but when my gaze fell upon the person, my breath got caught in my throat and I gasped. I leapt off the couch and ran into his arms. "OH MY GOSH, DADDY!" i sya as he chuckles lighty. My dad's always on buisness trips or so he says. But I don't really care because he's my dad and I love him.
"Hey honey, how've you been?" he says looking at Luke.... or more like glaring at Luke. I feel sorry for my Lukey Pookey.
"I'm great daddy. You?" I say signaling to Luke that he must say something before he gets shot in his leg. I laugh mentally.
"Hello Mr. Munroe, how was your trip?" Luke asks innocently. I try not feel sorry for him, he tries to hard. Luke only recieved a deep scowl and glare from my dad before he adverts his attention back to me.
"I've been great honey. Anyway, I'm tired, I'll see you in the morning." he says softly kissing me on my forehead. I smile as he looks at me before acsending the steps. My father never liked any of my past boyfriends and especially Luke beacuse he is the longest relationship I ever had other than a boy named Lenny in the 6th grade before I came to Australia. I shuddered at the thought before going back to Luke. I sighed.
"He still hates me," Luke pouted "plus I can see how much you want to be with your dad so I'll leave"
"He doesn't hate you necessarily he just..." I pondered for a few moments before continuing, "he's just very protective." I say bitting my lip.
"yeah okay, whatever you say Parry. But I still think I'm gonna leave 'cause this might get kinnda awkward and weird." he says scratching the bck of his neck making a face. I groan.
"No please Lukey don't leave me.....PLEASE," I say putting my hands together and folding my fingers. i pouted.
"Don't give me that face Paris, you know it's my weakness." he says graoning.
"What face?" I say innocently, playing dumb.
"That cute face your doing now, I don't know"
"I'll only stop if you stay for a while," I say pouting my lip even futher.
He graned again but layed back in the sofa. "Okay sure, but if your dad comes downstairs I'm flying through that door."
Luke stayed until 11 pm because my dad came downstairs to see if, and I quote, "Puke.." left the house. So Luke did what he promised me, fly through the door. So about 15 minutes after Luke left, my phone vibrated on the coffee table.
Sexy Hemmings: I'm home babe, we still on for tomorow?
I text him back.
Me: I have to see if my dad's doin anything tomorow..then i'll let you know.
Sexy Hemmings: Ok babe, Ilove youuuuu <3
I laugh then reply.
Me: Ilove you more!
Sexy Hemmings: Impossible!
Me: You corny bastard, Love you ;*
I turn off my phone and the T.V. and go up to my room. I change my socks and brudh my teeth before sliding into my warm and comfortable bed.
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Broken- a Luke Hemmings Love Story
FanficI always loved him. The way he sang to me when I was sad, the way he kissed me and soothed me when I heard the bad news. He did everything in his power for me, but I didn't do for him. I didn't fulfill his needs and what he wanted. I wanted closure...
