Suicidal - 5sos

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

Luke's POV:

"I'm so fucking tired," Michael yawns, leaning back in the wheely chair.For the whole day we have been making and recording music.

I check my watch again. 4:00. The date's in 2 and a half hours."Me too," Ashton chugs down gulps of water and wipes his forehead, "Luke, what are you doing..."I snap out of my trance."I was just...uh..." I scratch the back on my neck, trying to think of an excuse. But I couldn't. "Fine, I was thinking about my... date tonight.""Where are you bringing her?" Calum says from behind me."The park," I stutter, "I'm gonna bring her into that small clearing in the trees, by the pond.""Why don't you take her for a fancy dinner?" Ashton cries, "girls love that.""Well, not Sophie," I say, "she loves taking pictures and I figured it would be great to bring her there - with nature. So she can take pics?""Girls and bugs are not good," Michael chuckles."But not her," I smile, thinking of her brown eyes staring into mine,

"she's different."

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Sophie's POV:
I bite my lip to stop it from shaking.

It was 6:38; Luke and I walked to park. Mali helped me pick out an outfit: a black dress with a white peter pan collar and some black converse. I had to physically stop myself from screaming to Luke "YOU LOOK SO CUTE!" cause he did. His blonde hair was messily tossed on his head but it looked perfect. His loose black tank top sometimes lifted up in the evening wind which exposed a bit of his toned abs - I shuddered. Of course he had his 'signature jeans' (what Ashton calls them) and a red flannel around his waist.

He holds my hand, fingers intersecting, and leads me into a tunnel of trees. Coating the top of us is a beautiful roof of pink and purple flowers. I can't help but get my camera from my polka dot bag and take a few pictures.

"Wanna do a photoshoot?" Luke chuckles, placing down the picnic basket and pretending to be a supermodel in front of the wall of greenery.

"Sure thing, supermodel," I giggle, taking a picture of Luke with his hand on his hip and pouting his lips.

"Ok now, lets be really tumblr," Luke says, getting into a normal pose. I take a few pictures of him and he changes position every so often.

"Great, now your turn," he smiles, pushing me gently to the wall.

"W-what, me?" I stutter, "I-I'm not a m-model, I won't l-look good..."

"You will," he grins, "you already look flawless." He looks up and down my body and a fuzzy feeling inside me grows bigger.

"O-ok..." I hand him my camera and start to pose in front of the wall. Most of them were my hands on my face (so tumblr Sophie) but then I just smiled.

"Perfect," Luke grins, looking through the photos, with me, "now lets eat,"He picks up the basket and takes hold of my hand again, and we walk slowly to the end of the tunnel where there is a small pond."I always used to come here alone, and just write songs," Luke smiles, looking at the trees and the stars above us. I help him lay down a blanket and take out the food, and we sit on it, staring at the stars.

"Its so...beautiful," I stare at the night sky, mesmerized.

"I know," he looks up, "amazing."
We sit there for a while in silence, just staring the sky, until Luke breaks the silence."I know it's a bit fast, but..."I stare at him. Whats a bit fast?
"Can you tell me your story?" he whispers slowly.

"What?" I say, confused. He raises his hand and points to the cuts. Oh. He wants to know why. Why that happens.

"O-oh..." is all I manage to say.
"S-sorry if you're not comfortable - you don't have to..." he scratches the back of his head and runs a hand through his hair.

"No, I-I think I can," I splutter. And I tell him everything. Itell him about school, my dad, and practically everything that happened - like starving myself and drinking bleach. He just sits there, not commenting or judging me. Eventually, I finish my story and I actually can't even bare to look at him.
"T-thats...terrible," he whispers sympathetically, "I'm s-so sorry..."

"Don't be," I say, "I-its not your fault."
"So, thats why you didn't want to go home?" he says. All I do is nod. "S-should we call the police? I mean, he needs to be-"
"No. He'd just come back for me." We sit there in silence, unable to even look at each other. But then he leans closer towards me, and closer, and closer. Oh my fuck. He's gonna kiss me. He's gonna kiss me. What do I do? He tilts his head to the right so I decide to do the same. For a second his eyes are on mine, staring at me like I'm a piece of art. He brushes my hair out of my face, and touches his soft lips to mine.

He takes my face in his hands, his strong, long fingers against my cheek, and kissed me harder- firmer. I wrap my arm around him, sliding my arm up his back, feeling his warm skin. The warm and fuzzy feeling in we grows so big I think it might explode as he moves his hand onto my hair. For a few seconds we kiss passionately, and then we rise, our fingers intertwined.