Immortal Protector [l.r.h] (A.U.)

Nine

He and I laid there in the bed, giving each other little, secretive kisses for a little while, until he decided that it was time to get out of bed. He pressed another kiss on my forehead before sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and planting them on the floor. He stood up, stretching his back and his arms, and walked over to his dresser.

     I slowly sat up, making sure not to get a head-rush. My eyes caught sight of his bare back and his broad shoulders, and I could feel the heat rising into my cheeks. I continued to stare until he turned around, a smirk spreading across his face.

     "Like what you see, love?" asked Luke, grabbing a black tank and slipping it over him. I pouted, immediately beginning to miss the structured body. "You're too cute."

     "Shut up," I muttered, bringing the blanket to my chin and burying my face in it. I felt his gaze on me, hearing a pair of jeans going onto his legs. His footsteps came close to me, and he nudged my head up, my green eyes meeting his blue ones.

     "I know you appreciate it." His voice was gentle and quiet, his eyes holding adoration. "Come on, it's time to get ready. We have a big day ahead of us."

     A curious expression appeared on my face. "What are we doing, Luke?"

     A smile was shone. "We are going to be planning our first date, my love."

     I felt my body fill with joy as the curious look on my face turned into one of excitement. "Really? Really, really, really?"

     He chuckled, his smile still showing. "Yes, Rose, really."

     Luke leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss onto my lips. His hand cupped my cheek as he did so, and I did the same, smiling a little. He pulled away after a short time, putting his forehead against mine. He stared into my eyes, making me blush and bite my lip.

     "You're the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life," he said quietly. "You're funny, smart, beautiful, weird, and so, so perfect."

     "Thank you, Luke." I gave him a smile. "You are the same."

     "Rosie, I want to tell you something: Never give up on your dreams, no matter how long it takes to achieve them. They will come true eventually."

     "Trust me, I've been dreaming my whole life to meet Harry Styles and it hasn't happened yet." I blushed, thinking about the curly-haired lad with green eyes.

     Luke smiled a little, playfully rolling his eyes at me as I swooned over the man who was famous for his fangirls. (No offense, Harry girls. I am one myself lol.)

     "It doesn't really matter that you have to meet him, right?" I shook my head no. "But if you do meet him, just stay calm and greet him like a normal person, okay?"

     I saluted him. "Yes, sir."

     "Okay, good. I get you all to myself, then." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I giggled as he did so, doing the same with my arms, inhaling his sweet scent.

     I giggled some more when I thought this, but, "Is my Lukey jealous?"

     He scoffed, a fake look of defiance on his face. "What? No, I'm not jealous."

     Giggles were heard again. "Luke, admit it: you're jealous."

     "No."

     "Yes."

     "No."

     "Yes."

     Luke sighed, defeated. "Fine, I'm jealous."