Rejects // Luke Hemmings [au]

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Song: Jet Black Heart - 5sos

December 29th, 1956

6:03 pm

"What are you drawing?" Luke asks, looking over at my paper, which has a bunch of random little lines and shit.

"I don't know" I sigh, "My mind is so fucking jumbled, so I guess it will just reflect onto my paper"

"Deep" Luke jokes, causing me to laugh along. Every couple days, we have art therapy, where we basically draw our feelings, then keep them for our journals to reflect back on whenever we want. I'm not an artist, and the fact that I haven't been on my meds has made me feel like a heroine addict who hasn't gotten their fix in days. Calum keeps telling me I'll feel better soon, but I've just felt sick and I can't stop shaking.

Ever since a few days ago, Calum hasn't said anything about what he told me, about not being here for much longer. Although it would be amazing to leave, I don't think I can go without Luke, Michael, and Ashton. I don't know if I would be ready to even live a life without them. What bothers me is the fact that no one other than Calum has told me about my release. I would've expected Mrs. Woods' to tell me first, or even Ashton, but it's Calum, which makes me think it's not really going to happen.

"I've got an idea" Luke whispers, placing his hand on my thigh, knowing that it's something that drives me crazy. Fuck, anything this boy does could drive me crazy.

"Will it make me feel better?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands, the pain of this constant migraine pounding through my head.

"I think so" He tells me, "Meet me in the art closet"

"Okay?" My eyebrows furrow, wondering what his idea might be. I watch him walk across the room and around the corner, where the art closet is. To make it less suspicious that Luke and I are having some sort of meeting, I wait a few minutes before following him.

"I thought you weren't going to come" He laughs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.

"Well, I don't think I could live with the fact that I would've never known what this big idea is" I laugh, trying to lighten up the mood, seeing as he's obviously uncomfortable.

"Okay- I, I don't want you to think you have to do this but- I," His words come out quickly, "You know what, forget it. Let's just go back"

"C'mon Luke! Just tell me!" I push, taking his bicep into my hand, hoping that the contact with calm him down a bit.

He let's out a sigh and nervously bites his lip ring, "Just tell me if it's too much, okay?" I frown at his words, not knowing if I'm too sick and tired to fully understand, or if he's really just being weird.

*SEXUAL CONTENT SKIP OVER IF UNCOMFORTABLE*

Almost out of the blue, I feel his hands clutch my waist. He pulls me tightly against his body, eliminating all space between us. Only inches from his face, I feel my lip begin to quiver.

I stare into his eyes, watching the bright blue colour begin to turn over into something much darker. His tongue swipes over his lip and he leans in quickly, finally connecting his lips to mine.

Our mouths mould together perfectly, causing a fire to grow in my stomach. He's so perfect to me, and he has no idea.

His fingers begin to trace small shapes in my sides, then he finally begins tugging at the hem of my hospital gown/shirt/thing. He lifts it over my head and leaves me exposed in just my sports bra.

His eyes scan up and down my body, making me feel nervous and slightly self conscious. I cross my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover some of myself, but Luke grabs my arms and holds them firmly to his chest.

"Don't ever hide yourself, Violet" he whispers, wrapping my arms around his neck. His eyes travel down my jaw and to my ear, where he latches his lips onto my neck. He leaves small kisses and bites all over the area. He kisses just below my ear, forcing a moan to escape my lips. "Moan for me baby"

I pull at the strands of hair on the back of his neck, hearing a groan from Luke. I feel almost accomplished knowing that I'm the reason he's making that sound.

His hand slides up my sports bra and under it, exploring the area with his cold hands. At first it's startling and uncomfortable, just because of the sensitiveness of the area, but the feeling quickly subsides.

All of a sudden, he moves his arms down to my thighs, hoisting me up around his waist. I hold on with the mere strength of my quads, balancing myself in front of him.

I move back to his lips, cupping the side of his face and pulling his lips back to mine. Every time I kiss Luke, I get this feeling inside of me that I can't explain. He makes me feel like a normal person.

Already in the air, Luke takes an opportunity to slide his hands down and around my butt, full on squeezing it.

"Luke!" I squeal, falling into a fit of laughter. I watch as he does the same. He places me on one of the shelves in the closet, resting his head on my shoulder.

"God, what are you doing to me, Violet?" He whispers breathlessly. I can tell he's tired, plus he has small amounts of sweat rolling off of his forehead.

I wrap my arms around his neck again, tracing patterns into his hair line, and down his spine.

"I don't know" I reply, pulling his head out of the crook of my neck and forcing him to look me in the eyes. His normal eye colour has returned. "I really like you, Luke" I blurt.

He doesn't respond, he simple smiles. I feel his hand cup my cheek and his thumb gently rub over my skin. He leans in slowly, leaving this art closet to witness one of the most beautiful and sincere kisses that this world has ever seen.