The best years

13

Lucy's Pov
I look into his eyes only to see a red, blood soaked cloth wrapped around Luke's hand in my peripheral.

I immediately disconnect my eyes from his and hands go to pick up his poorly wrapped knuckles.

"What did you do?" I ask curious as to how he had hurt himself in between now and the last time I saw him in the hall.

"Uh... well.. look it doesn't even matter" he says snatching his hands out of mine angrily.
Hurt runs through my veins as my eyes start to water over. Maybe that kiss meant nothing to him, and it was all a stupid game. Why would he want someone six years younger than him? All I am is an inexperienced child to him.

"Fuck" he says under his breath and his cool blue eyes make contact with my glassy ones.
"I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry" he says reaching up and putting his uninjured hand on the side of my cheek, "I just...well....it's embarrassing."

I turn my head to the side in questioning, wondering what could've been so embarrassing.

"I don't like seeing you upset" he says while his thumb caresses my blushed cheeks. I look down unable to hold eye contact for so long as it made me embarrassed.

I reach my hand down, more gently this time, to pick up his injured knuckles. I look up and make eye contact with him in order to get permission to unwrap it. He gives me a small nod and close lipped smile.

As I unwrap the blood soaked rag, u find his knuckles completely bruised and cut, with small pieces of glass stuck in his skin. I let out a small gasp at the sight.

"Did you wrap this?"

"Yeah"

"You know you're not very good at first aid?"

"Fuck off" he says with his signature line but I like usually he wasn't scowling, he was actually chuckling with a wide smile on his face.

I grabbed his forearm and led him into the bathroom of my dressing room. He sat on top of the closed toilet and waited for me as I got out the first aid kit.

I grabbed the kit out of the cupboard underneath the sink and chucked out the old blood soaked rag he had on his hand before.

First I grab some alcohol wipes, antiseptic spray, some tweezers and then a fresh bandage to wrap up the wound.

I walked over to the toilet before slipping off my heels and then kneeling down next to him. I gently pick up his wounded hand and got the tweezers out.

I pull wash individual piece of glass out of his knuckles, Luke was not happy about this mumbling a few curses underneath his breath and I touched his irritated skin. I can't help but bite my lip in order to stop myself from laughing at him.

"I told you not to do that" he says as he reached and pulled my lip from underneath my teeth. A small chuckle escapes at his actions.

"What are you laughing at?" He says starting to chuckle himself, only to be stopped by me pulling out a large piece of glass and his laughter replaced by cursing.

At his reaction my laughter only increases.

"I'm glad my pain brings you joy" he says starting to chuckle again.
I shrug my shoulders and continue doing my job, trying my best to stifle my laughter.

After pulling out all the glass, I wipe off all the blood with the alcohol wipes, Luke not being as difficult as I thought he would be. It was only when I looked up and tried to make eye contact with him that I saw his eyes were focussed on something else.

I follow his eyesight straight to my cleavage and start to laugh again. He gets knocked out his daze and realises that I saw him looking straight at my breasts. A blush covers his cheeks as I giggle.

"Fuck" he grumbles standing up and walking away, a couple seconds later he comes back into the bathroom with a jacket in his hands and sits back down on the closed toilet. He wraps the jacket around my shoulders and makes sure it covers my cleavage.

"Okay, better. Now I can focus" he says seriously as if it was a very hard thing to do.

I continue to stifle my giggles and I wrap his now clean and sanitised hand with a clean bandage.

"There we go" I say looking up at him.

"Thank you" he says with a small smile.

"Are you one day going to tell me what happened?" I ask hopefully.

"Yeah eventually" he says helping me up from the ground as he stands. His large hand almost covers mine twice.

"Not in a rush?" I say with a slight chuckle.

"Nah, I plan on hanging around for a bit"

"Yeah?" I ask as he pulls we closer to his chest, his arm snaked around my waist.

"Mmhmm" he hums as his face comes starts to lean into mine. Before our lips could touch I hear a knock on the door. I lean back away from Luke and walk to the door.

I open the door to see a stressed out Ashton on the other side.

"Hi Lulu, have you seen Luke?"

As Ashton mentions his name Luke comes out from behind me.

"Dude what the fuck? We are on in two minutes" he scolds as he grabs Luke's arm and drags him out of the room.

As Ashton drags him down the hall, quite quickly as they were running late, Like swiftly turns around and waves goodbye to me. I give him a small wave back and I feel my cheeks heat up again.

I waited 10 minutes before I walked out of my dressing room again and out to the arena. I watched them perform that night, and I've never felt more alive.