What's the saddest word in the English Language?
almost.
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A Luke Hemmings fanfiction AU
⚠️Mature content
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Eleanor's alarm slowly filled the darkness, quickly pressing cancel, she glanced to her right and her heart almost burst.
She watched him.
He was peaceful.
His curls fanned out on the pillow as his arms rested either side of it. His eyelids lay still, with no sign of distress.
She was obsessed with the way his chest rose and fell, the deep sighs a sign Luke was in a deep sleep. Something his body needed a lot more of, but with Eleanor now by his side that wouldn't be an issue anymore.
Luke felt safe, where he was supposed to be.
His faint snores filled the space and Eleanor in that moment, at 5:30am on the first day of June, knew something, something that had been building up for months, something she didn't know she could or would ever feel, but without a doubt in her mind, her heart knew,
she had fallen in love with Luke Hemmings.
Feeling a rush of emotion, she carefully slipped out of bed. Pushing up her fluffy socks, she filled her arms with as many clothes from his washing heap as she could.
Filling the washing machine, she searched the whole entire flat for anything to wash the damn clothes with.
"Doesn't he own detergent?" She laughed to herself. Shaking her head, she slipped on her shoes and tiptoed to her own apartment.
Once inside, she collected her box of cleaning products, candles and washing detergents.
"What on earth are you doing Ellie?" Chase whispered loudly, causing Eleanor to jump out of her skin.
"Fuck! Chase you scared me!" She whispered aggressively, laughing it off. She quickly placed the items down on the side before she dropped them everywhere.
"Sorry, didn't expect to see you, thought you were a intruder or something" he shrugged, laughing at his choice of weapon, his big ass left shoe.
"You really think that's going to save you?" She laughed, Chase shoving the shoe under her nose, the smell explaining his decision. Holding her nose, she pretended to throw up.
"no one will come within a mile of you, god Chase wash your damn feet or shoes or something ew!" Causing both to laugh at the whole situation.
Once calm again, Chase looked her up and down, her attire tickling his mind.
An oversized Pink Floyd top, definitely not hers, she had never liked them, despite the dark side of the moon being a banging album in his opinion.
Bare legs. And two red marks decorating the right side of her neck.
Eleanor watched as he scanned her body, theyes meeting, his widening as he processed.
"Oh you haven't? Oh but you have, haven't you?!" He practically yelled, half surprised, half shocked.
