good girls are bad girls

T h i r t y - o n e

Clary's POV:

As I sit on the couch and whimper Luke plops next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me in.

I try and pull away but he holds me there until I calm down.

I snuggle up to Luke's chest as I fall asleep.

He strokes my hair and whispers," Clary I know I just met you but I feel like I've known you forever and until you tell me why you can't talk to me then I'll keep comforting you and being your "friend" I guess. But I have to get this off of my chest... I love you."

He says. A tear falls down my cheek and he notices it and wipes it away with his thumb.

"I'll tell you later but for now you just need to know that I love you and that's why I'm doing this." I say.

"Okay." He says.

I look up at him and he looks down at me. He tilts my head up with his hand and plants a kiss on my forehead. Then my cheeks. Then when he gets down to my lips he stops and stares at me.

Why won't he kiss me already? I obviously want him to. He begins to pull away but I grab his shirt and our lips connect.

I feel sparks everywhere. He's the one. I love Luke Hemmings.

I can't believe Luke hemmings said he loved me back. He's famous but I know soon he will have to leave for tour and I don't want to get attached.

He grabs the back of my head with one hand and places the other on my face. Oh mah gawd he is perfect.

I pull away with a smile on my face and he looks at me.

I put my head in the crook of his neck with a big smile still on my face as I fall asleep with Luke's arms around me and  as he strokes my hair.

Later that night I hear Luke on the phone.

Luke: no Calum I'll do it when the time is right.
Calum: Luke...
Luke:  No Calum she is different.
Calum: dude you have to.
Luke: Okay but she is totally falling for me. I can't believe she bought it.
Calum: haha well just keep doing what your doing. It's obviously working great.
Luke hangs up and walks over to me again.

I push him off and run upstairs to my room and shut the door and lock it.

I hear Luke say," Fuck." As he runs after me.

He bangs on the door as I cry and sit in front of it.

He stops banging and says,"Clary what's your problem?"

"You Luke your my problem. I can't believe you."

"Open the door Clary." He says demandingly.

"No." I say.

"Clary please open the door for me." He says.

Knowing me I give in and open it.

He is standing there with his hands through his hair and tears in his eyes.

I swear this man is bipolar.