Foreign Exchange // Punk Luke Hemmings

Forgot

He confessed to me. He actually told me how he felt. That was the last thing I had expected to happen last night. He wanted to open up to me, but he couldn't for some reason. It just didn't feel like he would tell me all that...

Then he kissed me. His lips made contact with mine, beautiful and conflicted contact. He was there one moment, laid out in front of me completely exposed, then he wasn't and I was left with whiplash.

The worst part of this was that I had no idea how to react to this. I wasn't sure if I could deal with each day, much less get romantically involved with him. He terrified me, intrigued me, lured me in by the scent of cigarettes and secrets. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to follow the scent or not.

I didn't remember waking up the next morning, and my head surprisingly only hurt a bit. The first thing I noticed that morning was that I was standing in the kitchen making my daily cup of coffee, wearing a big t-shirt and shorts that I didn't remember changing into.

"Morning Haylee," Luke mumbled from behind me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, one hand holding the opposite wrist to keep them there. He brushed his nose gently down my neck, a gesture not of cocky lust, but insecure desire. It gave me goosebumps.

"Good morning Luke," I replied with a smile. I was surprised that I wasn't trying to free myself from his grasp, but I felt a strange love toward him in this moment.

"How's your head?" He asked, kissing my temple. "Does it hurt too much from last night?"

"No, surprisingly. It hardly hurts at all," I shrugged.

"Good," he almost whispered, resting his chin atop my head. I reveled at how this simple movement could make me so elated, especially considering that it was Luke behind me.

"I feel like something important happened last night, but I can't seem to remember what..." I scowled at the all above the counter, trying to recall what had happened.

"I'm sure it was nothing baby," he said after a moments hesitation.

"Baby?" When did we get here? I turned my head to look up at him with curiosity and confusion.

"Well yeah, you are my girlfriend after all. Unless you forgot that too last night," he chuckled and kissed my nose sweetly.

"W-what?" I brought my eyebrows together. "Since when?"

"We have been together for two months now..." he answered,as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Are you sure your head doesn't hurt?" Luke looked at me worriedly, placing a hand on my forehead to check my temperature. "You don't feel feverish..." he muttered.

"Luke, I'm fine. I just... where did we go last night again?"

"We went to that new club. You must've gotten more hammered than I thought." He shook his head slightly, guiding me away from the counter. "I think you need to get back to bed," he suggested, kissing my forehead.

"Yeah... I guess I should. Will you come with me?" I asked in a small voice, taking his hand in my own. He laced his fingers in mine, nodding.

"Of course, love," he smiled. We walked up to my room, hand in hand, and I thought about what he had said. Was it even possible that I could magically forget the last two months of my life? I wouldn't think so, but anything can happen I guess...

"Come on," he murmured, pulling back the covers on the bed. I crawled in, and he closely followed. His arms eased around my waist, tugging me close against his chest. I realized then that his torso was exposed, the tattoos on his hot skin standing out.