Fix Me | L.H

Cry of an Angel

It's ten in the morning and Luke still hasn't woken up. 

When I woke up which was about an hour ago, his arm was draped over my waist, somehow it made me feel warm all over. It was heavy enough for my breathing to slow down though, so I had to take it off of me.

So now I lay there in my bed, watching his face in wonder as he sleeps peacefully. Trying to memorize every single detail of his beautiful face, from how his dark lashes rested on the pillows of his smooth cheeks, to his rosy lips, to the light stubble on his chin. There were no creases, no lines of worry, just light steady breathing which was soothing in this silent morning.

A smile creeped onto my face. What did he say last night? He felt dragons in his stomach. I didn't understand what he meant by that. Probably the alcohol talking.

A small laugh escaped my lips. And then Luke's deep green eyes started fluttering open, until he was staring right at me. Our faces just inches away.

"Bri?" His face twisted in confusion. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" He asked, bewildered. His morning voice was so deep it made my stomach flutter.

A smile cracked on my face. "Um, Luke?" I said, amusements clear in my voice.  "This is my room." I whispered.

And for the first time since his eyes opened, he looks away from me and around the room. "Oh." He says, still confused. "How'd I get here?" He asks. And then his expression changed. "Never mind, I remember."

"You do?" I ask, scared. I don't know exactly why Im scared but I am. "Why were you drinking?" I ask, looking down at my hands and playing with my fingers.

I hated the fact that he drank and got intoxicated, I absolutely hated it. Peter and his buddies do it.

I didn't want Luke to lash out on me because its his personal life. I was just curious.

He was silent, I could feel his stare on my face. I knew that a light shade of pink now dusted my cheeks.

"Because I can." He simply answered, taking his lip ring in between his teeth.

I didn't look up, afraid that he would see the trail of hurt in my eyes from his cold answer. "I don't Like it." I whisper, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Look, just because you don't like it doesn't mean I'll stop doing it, okay?" He sighs and runs a hand through his ruffled hair.

I look up, from my hands and as I stare, he looks away  from my face and turns to stare at the ceiling instead.

A little pang tugs at my chest. "But why'd you do it?" I press.

He ignores my question and calmly asks, "Did you have fun with Calum?" He raises his eyebrows, shifting his gaze to me. His eyes hold something that I can't  describe.

And why was he asking me this. I wanted to change the subject because the question brought back the anger I had felt yesterday. "Luke, you ditched me at that restaurant." I say. And at that point I want to get away from him.

Yesterday he proved how full of himself he really was.

"I went back for you." He says, sitting up on the headboard. I do the same.  That didn't take away the fact that he left me there as people talked.

I look away. And then as stupid as I am I speak. "Yes, I did have fun with Calum actually."

His head snaps and his eyebrows crease in furry. His green eyes turn almost a shade of jade as he stands up quickly aiming for the window. "Fuck this, fuck him." He shouts. "You know, I actually-nevermind." He finishes. He turns on his heal quickly and just sighs roughly before walking to the window.