Second Chance || Luke Hemmings

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What would happen if Luke and I did get back together? I mean, would it be like before, us constantly bickering, or could it actually be normal like every other couple I see?

I continue to stare out the window of my room. I tuck my knees in tighter to my chest, just staring at the rising sun before me.

"Knock knock," a tapping on the door followed by that familiar voice snaps me from thought.

I look up and see a wide eyed Calum standing at the door way.

"Hi," I say, it coming out softer than I intended.

"You alright?" He asks, his smile fading.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm good," I try giving him a reassuring smile but he doesn't buy it.

"You sure? Because I know you wouldn't voluntarily wake up this early," he chuckles, and I couldn't help but laugh too. He's right.

"So what brings you up at these wee hours of the morning?" He takes the empty space near me on the window sill, the morning sun accentuating his golden skin.

"Couldn't sleep," I shrug and he nods, agreeing with me.

"But seriously, you okay? I mean I know my excuse is jet lag," he says and I realized that the only excuse I have is my conscious, but I wasn't going to just blurt out everything that I was thinking.

Instead, I just put my words in simple terms, "yeah I'm good. I've just been thinking a lot."

"About?" He kindly pushes. It'd be like Calum to get you to open up.

I shrug yet again, an occurring habit of mine, "I don't know. I'm just happy that you guys are back."

"But," calum drags out, leaving a long pause. I didn't know what to say.

"But nothing. It's really good to see you guys again," I say, this time adding on a sincere smile.

"And it's really good to see you too, but I know that not what you really want to say," he gives me that look of 'you know I'm right', and I sigh, frustrated.

He finally gets the hint when I don't say anything for a moment, but instead just sit there staring at him while he stares at me, waiting for me to talk.

"You know what'll make you feel better," he breaks the silence, saving me.

"Hm?" I give him my full attention.

"Iced coffee," a small smirk grows on his face, as does mine.

"Let's go," he stands up, giving me his hand, and yanking me upward onto my feet.
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"How's your coffee?" Calum asks, sitting down across from me at a little table in the coffee shop. It was pretty empty in here, excluding the few people who looked like they had to leave for work soon, but it was also about 7:30am.

"Satisfying." I say and Calum laughs in agreement. The cool thing about coffee shops,especially in the morning, is that no one cares what you look like. We look like we just woke up, in our sweats and sweatshirts, my hair tied up, no makeup, and no one couldn't give a damn.

"So," calum says, and I know exactly what he's pushing for.

"I don't know, I'm just scared," I finally give in. I mean, I need to talk to this about someone besides Michael, who literally just gives me the same advice every time.

"Scared of Luke?" Calum cocks his head, unsure.

"No," I shake my head quickly, "I don't know, scared of what would happen if we got back together."