More Than // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 24

Christine's POV

I squint at the brightness on my phone. I finally get to look at it before Ashlee and I go to sleep. The thing about Ashlee is that she is game for "pillow talk" for about 30 minutes and then she is out cold. That seems to be what's happening right now. I see Luke texted me multiple times, wanting to talk. I hope he is ok, assuming he is I click off my phone and try to sleep.

About 10 minutes later, my eyes are super heavy and finally my body is relaxed until my phone starts screaming at me. It scared the crap out of me and i almost fell out of bed trying to turn the sound off of my phone. "Ah shi-" I mumbled and glanced at Ashlee, yup, sound asleep. I didn't see who was calling because I was just trying to quiet the darn thing. I tip toe to my bathroom and shut the door, the light blinding me and stealing away my exhaustion. My phone rings again, and i almost dropped it in the toilet trying to answer it. Hmm, just who I thought it might be.

"Luke, what do you want?" I croak.

"I'm sorry and I realize you're probably tired, but will you please come outside for a couple of minutes?" He sounded wide awake.

"What? You- you're outside of my house?"

"Uh yeah, please come out." He begged.

"Gah, what on Earth. It's 1 AM and a school night!" I fought.

"Please Christine," he hung up the phone.

I moaned and slammed my hand on the counter, oops too late or early I guess for that. I stumble around looking for my glasses. I look like Frankenstein with my bed head and striped pajama bottoms, mascara smeared under my eyes. Beautiful.

Slowly going downstairs in the dark, I find the front door and opened it ever so quietly, screw wearing shoes. I regret it immediately, the pavement is like ice. I sigh as I see Luke standing like a fool waiting for me under the street light. I jog over to him and see that he is not ok, he actually looks awful. Attractive, bad boy Luke, tears on his red cheeks.

"Luke- what is it?" I felt guilty for giving him a hard time on the phone.

He shook his head and frantically ran his fingers through his tangled hair. He couldn't even speak, instead he hugged me. Very tightly.

"Luke. Tell me what's wrong." i gently pushed his arms off of me.

"I'm sorry, Christine. I'm sorry I am here right now. I am sorry I am such a douche bag." He bit his lip and took a breath, "I just, I have no one."

I was confused, "What do you mean?"

He put his head down, "My dad, he left my mom and I this weekend. Have't seen the moron since. And and I just broke up with Chelsea, she has always treated me wrong and I finally grew a pair and dumped her for good. My poor mother is distraught, and I can't fix her. Not this time, not again. I'm not strong enough! I CAN'T!" He raised his voice and started walking around, pacing. He wiped his mouth and closed his eyes.

"Luke I-"

"I tried to call Ashton, but all he was interested in talking about was your friend, Ashlee and her amazing butt. And Michael and Calum are playing fifa or something at Micheal's house, and I- I have no one right now." Luke, Luke Hemmings started crying. No not crying, sobbing.

"No, stop. Look at me." I said sternly, and his glassy eyes met mine. "You have me, you will always have me." Before I knew it, I just told him he would always have me. What a commitment. I hate those. He sniffed and blinked, tears falling off of his stubbled chin.

"Really, that's why I came, I knew you would be here. Here for me. I'm sorry, I had no one else to go to, and I needed someone." I nodded and pulled him into a hug. I wasn't sure what was going on, but this boy I have only knew for a few months needed me. And quite honestly, I think that the feeling was mutual.

"I promise everything will be ok for you. You'll see." I touched his swollen cheek and he smiled. His smile faded and he stared at my lips, making me feel entranced. Suddenly, Luke grabbed the back of my head a pulled me into him, his lips crashing on mine. He kissed me hard, but in a gentle way. His hand moving to my revealed waist. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, feeling the hair curled up messily. Then it ended, all too quickly.

"I'm sorry," He apologized and backed up from me. "I don't know why I just did that."

I smirked, "Well it's not like it was just you..." I looked down in embarrassment and I heard him snicker, he is definitely feeling a little better. But I felt stupid for kissing him back the way I did. It's not like this was my first kiss, if you know what I mean... bad memories.

"Thanks Christine, for letting me vent." He broke the silence and I nodded, smiling "Oh and we can forget about this whole incident, right?"

I almost was offended, did he really not want to kiss me that bad. Did I suck or something? "Oh yeah,of course! I will see you tomorrow?" I tried to sound giddy, even though I was upset and let's not forget that it is 1 AM.

Luke gave me a weak thumbs up, "See you then. And thank you again." He said sincerely. Then he got into his car and left me standing in the faint light of the street lamp. I wanted to cry myself, for some reason I thought he felt something in our kiss, the way I did. Maybe it is because he literally just broke up with Chelsea, I have a feeling that isn't it. He didn't like me that way. No way.

And I'm standing here in the street, craving his touch once more.
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Oh my goshhhhh boys are so fricking confusing. Does anyone else agree?!!

Can I get an AMEN.

Anyway, who wants Luke and Christine together?! It would be great if you commented!!

Love you all, you beautiful people.