Mrs All American // Luke Hemmings, 5SOS

Chapter 15 // Kiss my Wrists

"Kaya..." Luke mused, his arms wrapped around my shoulders as we laid together on my balcony. His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke softly, morning grain still evident in his voice. I turned ever so slightly to see his face. His eyes were trained on mine, blue as the sea and deep enough to swim in.

"Yes?" I whispered, running my tongue across my bottom lip. Luke shot me his charming toothy smile. "If someone's a pacifist can they be described as pacific? Like the ocean?" He giggled. I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest.

"Luke!" I groaned. He chuckled some more. "I thought you were going to ask an actual question." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at me as his shiny lip ring twinkled in the sunlight.

"That was a question." His small smirk changed into a full smile, and he flipped us over so I was laid under him and he was holding himself up above me with his hands. His unstyled hair fell forward and brushed my skin, while our noses were close to touching. I felt a rose colour rise to my cheeks as his beautiful blue irises stared into mine.

"L-Luke?" I asked, suddenly intimidated.
"Yeah?" He whispered gruffly. I sucked in my cheeks and stared into his eyes, breathing slowly.
"Why... Why have you never asked about my scars?" I said timidly. All of a sudden, his whole demeanour changed. His face softened instantly and he pulled me into a sitting position, so we were sat cross legged across from each other with my hands in his lap.

My wrists were facing up to the burning sun as he examined every line and dot, pressing a kiss to each one and making eye contact each time. "Don't tell me you've never noticed them, because I know you have." I said bluntly. He gave me a sad smile.

"I know, I know. I just didn't think it was my place, that's all." He spoke with an air of willingness in his voice, as if he was willing me to trust him. I already did.

"Before you ask, they aren't self-harm, don't worry. It's just from injecting the... Um... I'm sorry it's just really hard to talk about." I took a deep breath. Luke gingerly stroked a tear from my cheek and nodded, silently telling me to carry on.

"It's the drugs, and the many hospital visits and blood tests to get it out of me. Some are even cigarette burns-" I rambled, stopping myself. "They're like tattoos of my past. I can't get rid of them, I just have to embrace them and hope they don't make me look shîtty when I'm eighty."

Luke chuckled. A warm breeze settled on us, akin to the comfortable silence we rested in. "I'm glad you told me." He mused, tapping at the tile of the balcony floor. "I was worried." He blushed deeply, avoiding my eye contact.

"Are we still going to Ashton's Christmas party?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Sure, if you want to." He shrugged. I nodded excitedly. I only knew one world-famous band and the hotel receptionist here, so I needed some new friends. Besides, I was beginning to form a bond with Dave, their security guard, and that was no fun at all. No offence, Dave, but you're just not the type of person I can stay up with watching Netflix.

A/N:
Sorry for such a late update omg, I've been updating my new one shot book and my other Luke fic so check those out!
I know this chapter is short but roll with it k next chapter will be more eventful!

song: tee shirt by birdy just because it's been stuck in my head all day and ugh

PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHTON ❤️