Whilst I was running home, I was thinking over a few things that had happened that night of the crash.
I had called Luke 'baby' for the first time. Never mind it being an accident, he seemed to latch onto that word. It meant something to him. That's why he adored it so much when I called him it; also making him angry when I didn't call him it. Its odd that one word can hold so much meaning to one person. The word is simple, it just shows care, love and affection, right? So, maybe obsessing over this one word was a way for Luke to feel loved and cared for. Maybe when I don't call him it he feels as if I don't care for him anymore. Maybe, during his mood change he heard that word and focused on it. It was something that seemed to calm him down. Maybe he used it as a way to reason with himself and find a way to stop panicking about whatever he panics over.
There is still so much I don't know about Luke and his love for this word. But I know I will be finding out soon.
I finally reached home after running as fast as my long legs would take me.
"Luke!" I shouted as I entered the house. I had no idea where he could have been so I frantically searched throughout my house for him. He didn't answer which only worried me more.
"Luke!" I shouted even louder this time, hoping he could hear me.
"Sarah?" He replied. Although it was quiet I could tell he was upstairs. I headed up still listening to see if he would say anything again
"Help me" He said, this time louder. I opened the door to the bathroom to find him sat in the bath, fully clothed. I ran over to him and helped him get out of the bath, which was filled with ice cold water. His lips were turning blue and his whole body was shaking.
"Luke you need take your clothes off, you'll freeze" He nodded his head. I went out to the airing cupboard and grabbed a few towels. I knocked on the door and slowly opened it. I held out the towels with my eyes closed. Luke grabbed a few and tied them around himself.
"My head hurts" He said after coming out of the bathroom. I pulled him into the bedroom and handed him some a top and sweatpants. I grabbed his other clothes off of the bathroom floor and placed them in the washing machine. I headed back to see Luke cuddled up with the top I had been wearing that night.
"Luke what happened?" I asked whilst walking over to him and sitting next to him. He turned to face me and curled into my side, nuzzling his face into my lap.
"I missed you" He said, whilst tugging the top closer to him.
I didn't bother asking him anything else, it clearly wasn't going anywhere. I just sat with him until he fell asleep, slowly stroking his hair. It didn't take long for him to settle down so I decided to head downstairs and cook something for him to eat. As I began getting up I felt a hand on my waist, pulling my down next to him. I didn't pull away this time because it was clear he wanted me to stay. He pulled me on top of him and hugged me tightly. I realised after a few minutes that he was comfortable and wasn't planning on letting me go any time soon, so I relaxed and put my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat at a steady race.
"Luke?" I whispered, hoping he was still awake.
"Yes?" I pulled my head up to look at him and his eyes slowly opened to face me.
"You like being called baby?" I asked. His face lit up and he smiled so wide it could have broke his face
"Yes" he kissed my forehead lightly
"Why?" I asked quietly. I wanted him to actually answer this time instead of directing the conversation somewhere else.
"It makes me happy, calms me down. You calm me down" He paused trying to think of what else to say,
"I called you baby, remember? When you were in hospital" I nodded
"I called you baby because I like you. I hope you call me baby because you like me. It is the only thing that makes me happy. Because its you"
And there it was.
He liked it so much because it was the first time he knew that I felt the same way about him as he did about me. He knew that that name meant something, that it wasn't just said for the hell of it. He knew that I had to like him in order to call him that. Yes okay, so I said it slipped out...but it was never a mistake. I knew I liked Luke and I guess that's why it slipped out. My brain was so caught up in liking Luke that it allowed me to say something I wouldn't normally say.
"Can we go see my friends?" He asked. I nodded and started pulling away from his hold on me.
"Wait!"
He pulled me back towards him and placed his lips on mine. I kissed him back almost instantly. My heart melted as his soft lips moved against mine. His tongue gently pushed against my lips asking for permission to enter. I gasped at this and he used that as a chance to deepen the kiss. I was shocked with his sudden burst of confidence but I must admit...I liked it, a lot.
I pulled away from Luke as he started chuckling to himself.
"What's so funny?" I asked, poking his sided.
"I really like kissing you" he said as he placed a small kiss on my nose.
Luke Hemmings, You will be the death of me.
