What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
Two souls don't meet each other simply by accident
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Eleanor had walked around the small store about fifty times until her eyes eventually landed on the popcorn. She quickly paid before running back to her car and dumping the snacks in the back seat.
As she drove down the road to her apartment, her eyes suddenly widened, as three hooded guys were pinning and punching a man on the pavement.
A gasp left her lips startled by the commotion.
Eleanor was never one to shy away from danger- if there was someone in need she would do everything in her power to help them even if it meant putting herself in harm's way.
Slamming the brakes on, she turned the car, switched her lights on full beam and pressed down her horn.
To her relief, the three guys scattered leaving the injured man on the floor.
Without a second thought of whether or not this man could be dangerous or a threat to her, she jumped out of the car, grabbing her small first aid kit from the door pocket and rushed to his side.
Only when she was up close, did she start to recognise some of the man's features. Blonde curls poking from underneath a dark grey hoodie she could have sworn she had seen before.
The blonde boy looked up at her and their eyes meet for the first time.
Eleanor's breath was taken away by the sheer blueness of his eyes. It was the kind of blue that startles you but draws you in and holds you there like a dangerous, addictive drug. The kind of blue that leaves you aching for them to look at you again and again.
Luke noticed the light twinkling in her pale blue eyes despite the worry and concern which covered her entire face. Effortlessly, her warm-toned hair fell into perfect curls with a few strands between her fingers getting twirled around and around. He watched as she twirled it tighter around her finger- maybe a nervous habit he wondered...
For the second time this week, he zoned out staring at this girl.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt?" the British girl questioned, whilst crouched down in front of him to get a better look at his bleeding head wound and bust up lip.
"uhm.. yes.. i'm fine" Luke stuttered unconvincingly as he winced whilst touching his lip.
"Can I help you?" she asked softly, showing him the first aid kit in her hand.
Luke didn't have it in him to say anything-he was a mess, so instead he just nodded, his eyes remaining on the floor. He hated asking for help.
Eleanor first cleaned the cuts on his face carefully with antiseptic whilst Luke studied every feature on her- the healed lip ring piercing that left a small indent, just like his, the freckles that dotted her skin and the way the British girl looked absolutely captivating, radiating with natural beauty underneath the street light.
