Bad Boy Wanna Love||L.H.

Chapter 14: I missed youuu!

"Elliee! Give me the remote!" Lizzie whined, crawling halfway over me trying to grab the TV remote. 

"Neeerr!" I say, giggling as I reach my arm further away from her. 

"Come on! Give it to me!" She pouted, crossing her little arms and glaring at me. She looked the least bit intimidating and more adorable. And it's rare for me to call her 'cute'.

"What's the magical word?" I tease, talking in a baby voice because I know it annoys her. A lot. 

"Uggghh!" She grumbled, clenching her fists at her side. I raised my eyebrows at her, a smug smile on my face. "Fine! Please can I have the remote, Ellie?!"

"Yes. Yes, you may." I toss the remote over to her and she gladly catches it.

I watch as she flips from channel to channel looking for the right thing to watch.

After two hours of watch endless episodes of crappy cartoons, our mother decided to chase us off to bed. I didn't argue and walked straight up to my room.

And now here I lay, on my bed, all warm and cosy in my blanket and a good book in hand.

My eyes scan the words of the page as I read with the same curiosity as I did the first time.

I felt my phone buzz from underneath my pillow, signalling I had a text. I ignored it clearly not wanting to have a conversation at two in the morning.

My peace was short lived by the muffled sound of my ringtone. I groan and reach ofthe device. Hoping the person didn't expect me to talk for long.

*Incoming call from Bad Boy*

I looked at my phone screen in disbelief as my finger floated over the answer button.

It took me a second to realize I was still staring at the screen and hesitantly swiped answer.

"Hel-" I start just to be cut off by the familiar voice.

"Heeey El!" He slurred through the speaker, dragging his words at an annoyingly long rate.

"Luke?" I question, confused by his behavior.

"Eliza James?"

"Luke?"

"Noooo, you're supposed to say my full name!" He attempted to scold me but ended up giggling like a six year old. I feel guilty to call this kind of behaviour the behaviour of a six year old considering I live with Lizzie.

"Luke, where are you?" I sigh, asking him because I knew he couldn't be at his home in this condition.

"Look out ya windooooow." I gulped as I processed his words, praying as I peeked out of the window that he was just messing around with me.

But of course, he wasn't.

He was sitting on sidewalk in front of my house, his back to me and struggling to sit up straight. I looked a little closely to find his car standing a few feet away. I hope he didn't drive himself here in his drunken condition.

"Do you see me nooooow?" He asks, turning around to look at my window. With the help of the streetlight I see a big grin on his face when he spots me. "You see me noooow!" He sings, answering his previous question.

"Luke, what are you doing here?"
"I came to meet you! Duuuh!" The words seemed so unnatural coming from Luke. He would never allow such words to leave his mouth when sober.

"Why?" I question, wondering why he'd choose to meet me when he just about a week ago he'd asked me to leave him alone. A part of me was happy that he choose me in this condition.

"I'm coming over." He says, bringing me out of my daze. My gaze snaps at his figure outside and see hin standing up, nearly tumbling over as he tried regaining his balance.

"Luke! Wait no!" He cut the call before I could protest any further.

I groaned in frustration, not knowing how to stop him. My only choice was to rush down and open the door myself. And that's exactly what I was going to do.

I leaped off my bed and opened the bedroom door as quietly as possible, not bothering to pull on a pair of sweatpants over my exposed legs. If I've learnt anything since I met Luke it was definitely not to wear only an oversized t-shirt to bed.

I stumbled down the fleet of stairs, almost falling over. Till I reached the main door. I fumbled with the lock trying not to be too loud as I unlocked it.

When the door was finally unlocked, I yanked it open to find Luke right in front of it with his hand in a fist about to knock on it. I let out a breath thankful that I got there before he could. I pushed him away from the door, slowly closing it behind me.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed, holding myself back from killing him from giving me a panic attack at this time.

"I missed youuu!" He giggled, doing a little hiccup at the end of his sentence.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled, knowing fully well he probably just got rejected by Anna or someone.

"I'm serious. I've missed you." He repeats again, sounding serious this time. I look over to see a deep frown etched on his face.

"Yeah? Sure didn't look like it." I say, crossing my arms over my chest not doing a very good job about hiding my irritation.

"I did, Ellie. I missed you all week. I missed you from the day I yelled at you and that surprises me." He frowned again, looking me dead in the eyes. Sending a shiver down my spine.

"Why didn't you say anything then...?" I fiddle with my fingers,  avoiding his gaze at all cost.

"Well..I was the one to tell you to leave me alone...." He scratched the back of his head.

"So why now, Luke?"

"Because I couldn't hold back any longer, okay? Ever since you were in the same car as me and I couldn't talk to you."

"Why didn't you just talk to me? You literally just turned your gaze away." I frowned, now looking up at him.

"Well, I'm just an asshole like that."

"You're not an asshole, Luke." I sigh, wanting to punch myself for being such a nice person. Because the world knows that Luke Hemmings is a bit of an asshole.

But it was too late to take back the words now because when I looked up, Luke had the brightest smile I have ever seen. It made me nervous, as well as, set a warm feeling in my stomach.

"I really like you, Eliza James. I really like you."

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