"Come on" I murmur to myself out loud. My local coffee shop is busy and the chaos isn't helping with the headache I have not being able to write the last part of my essay for my journalism degree.
Suddenly a cute blond, blue eyed boy comes into my view. With a hot chocolate in his hand he looks lost in the busyness of the humble shop. There was a chair free across for me. I don't think anyone took it because of the stressed look on my face. Before I knew it he was making his way over to the free seat in front of me.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" he says in an Australian accent that matched his hair and eyes.
"No, just sorry if I murmur to myself I can't get an essay done" I reply.
"What's it about?" he then says, he actually seems interested.
"The different types of journalism and how it affects the pubic, I'm doing a degree in journalism" I reply shyly not understanding why a boy like him would want to know what a girl like me is doing.
"Wow" is he said amazed. "I wish I was able to do a degree like that".
"What do you do?" I ask wanting to know why a cute Australian boy is in England.
"I'm in a band. We are touring here at the moment"
"Wow, I wish I could do something like that" I say, almost mimicking him.
"You should come see us tonight, I have a spare ticket. Maybe after we could come an grab another hot chocolate and you can teach me about journalism and I can teach you a bit about the guitar"
"I would like that" I reply shocked still not knowing why he would want to spend time with me.
"My name is Luke"
" My name is y/n" I then say still shocked still amazed of the Australian in front of me.
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I really like this one.
Rachel xx
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Luke Hemmings Imagines
FanfictionA collection of Luke Hemmings imagines wrote myself.
