Self-Destruction • Luke Hemmings

Chapter 22

I wake suddenly, dreaming of finding out my dad dying and falling asleep with Luke. I frown when I realise I am in the movie room, but realisation hits me that it wasn't a dream, I'm still half lying on Luke...and both of my parents are dead.

I look at Luke asleep to distract myself from the immense sadness I feel. His arms are hugged around me, as though he's hugging me in my sleep, and his expression is vulnerable and cute. His eyelashes are fanned over the tops of his cheeks and he is breathing in and out deeply. I try to pull out of his embrace slightly, but his arms tighten.

"Hmm." He hums in his sleep, I'm not sure whether he's asleep or not, but even so I stop resisting and try to fall back asleep.

"Faith." Someone whispers, pulling me from my sleep, I wave my hand around to try and stop whoever it is from speaking.

"Faaaith." The person persists, and I reluctantly lift my head. Luke is grinning up at me, and I groan in realisation that he is not seeing me at my best.

"Your aunt left last night after you fell asleep." He whispers, I nod, not quite hearing what he said.

"Is she going to come back?" He asks worriedly, and I sit back and stretch, releasing an very unladylike groan.

"Nope, she's away all weekend." I reply, I can definitely hear the sleep in my voice and it makes me sound raspy.

"Wow, you sound hot." Luke comments, and I laugh nervously while he grins at me cheekily.

"I think I should take you on your date tonight." Luke says, and I hum in response.

"How long have you been awake for?" I ask,

"About 10 minutes." He shrugs, and I inwardly cringe at the thought of him seeing me asleep.

"I want to take you somewhere today." Luke tells me,

"You've taken me everywhere though, I have nothing to show you." I frown, I've always hated surprises, and the fact I don't know anything here so I can't return the favour.

"That's what I like about you, you don't know anything so I can show you all the cool places." Luke grins. I roll my eyes and go into my room, I can hear his footsteps behind me so I know he is right behind me.

"I'm gonna have a shower and get dressed in the bathroom, you can just chill here if you want or you can go downstairs and go have something to eat." I shrug and go into my en suite.

I try to take a quick shower but it ends up taking half an hour. I scurry to get into my skinny chalk wash jeans and band tee. I'm desperately trying to dry my hair when I burst back into my room, I blink in surprise to see Luke laying on my bed, on his phone.

"Take your time." He grins, and I roll my eyes.

I digging through my makeup box for a liquid eyeliner and some red lipstick. I steady my hand while I do my winged eyeliner, and luckily it only takes 2 attempts. I do my lipstick hurriedly, and gasp in shock when I see Luke staring right at me.

"Why do you put on makeup?" He asks, I'm looking at him through the mirror rather than looking at him.

"I don't know." I shrug.

"I like the black thing on your eye lid." He smiles sheepishly.

"Eyeliner." I correct him, grinning stupidly.

"You look nice, but I prefer you clean faced." He nods, and I just shrug, not feeling comfortable him talking about my looks.

"Anyway, let's go!" He squeals, outstretching his hand for me to hold, I hesitantly take it, and we walk out of the house.

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I'm so sorry I forgot to update yesterday😁 I've basically started watching American Horror Story and omfg Evan Peters is hot af even if he is a psychopath😂 anyway yeah sorry thanks byee