Obsessed {Luke Hemmings}

five

A/N:
I didn't choose the Harry Potter life; the Harry Potter life tore down my door and told me I was a wizard.
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My shift today seemed to go by much faster than usual.
Probably because I couldn't get stupid player boy off of my mind.
Or as I can now call him, Luke.

I finished cleaning the counter top and began untying my apron.
I hung my apron up on it's designated hook and collected my things so I could finally leave.
I had been here 5 extra hours tonight, since one of the workers got sick, I had to cover their shift.

Also, I had to walk home because Becca had stopped by earlier to ask for the car.
She claimed she had an emergency and she had to have fast transportation.
But, knowing Becca, she just wanted to snag a sale at the mall.
As I was walking out the door, I got this strange feeling.                                                                                       Sort of like someone was watching me.

I looked all around for a sign of anyone, but the streets were empty.

I began walking down the sidewalk towards my apartment, but I still had this eerie feeling that someone was there.

I had been walking for a good ten minutes without a sign of anyone suspicious.

Until, I heard a noise from a dark alleyway that I was passing by.

I looked into the dark, creepy place and waited for something out of the ordinary.

I was just about to give up when a dark shadow began to emerge from the darkness.

It looked to be the shadow of a man (and a pretty big one if you ask me).

I cowered back behind the nearest shrub and held my breath.

It was late, around 10:00, so there weren't many people out and about.

Meaning less people that would hear me scream if that big, scary looking man really was trying to kidnap -or rape- me.

I focused on being as quiet as I possibly could and hoped that he would just move along.

But of course, luck was not on my side tonight.

"Hey little lady, what's the matter?" The uncanny man asked as he emerged from the alley and looked around the bush to see me cowered against the wall.

"N-nothing." I stuttered, attempting to walk past him.

He grabbed my forearm and yanked me back in place.

His face had still been hidden by a shadow but when he yanked me back towards him, I noticed a black ski mask covered every inch of his face (with an exception of eye holes, a nose hole, and a mouth hole).

I tried to free myself from his grasp but he was too strong.

I had hoped we would attract some bystanders and they would try to help but nobody had even noticed.

He chuckled maniacally and pulled my into the dark alleyway.

As soon as we were hidden in the darkness, he shoved me up against the wall.

"You have been causing a little trouble for me, darling." He mumbled into my ear.

"What are you talking about?" I cried, trying to be as loud as possible so that someone might hear.

The next thing I knew, his hand fiercely came in contact with my cheek and I began to scream but his other hand flew over my mouth.

"Shut up." He growled into my ear, causing me to whimper.

"Now, as I was saying-" He began talking but was soon cut off.

I couldn't tell what was going on since it was pitch dark all around me but all I know is that one second, the man was pressed up against me and the next second, someone roughly tackled him to the ground.

I heard several groans and muffled noises. I heard fists colliding with jaws, concrete, stomachs, etc.

But there was one thing that I heard, that shocked me beyond measure.

"Luke Hemmings." The man laughed, trying his best to greet Luke in a positive tone but he was obviously in pain. He just didn't want to give Luke the satisfaction of knowing that.                       "Somehow I knew you would be the one to swoop in and save her."

Luke didn't say anything in reply, instead I heard a fist connect with a jaw once again.

It was silent and then someone grabbed my wrist.

I was just about to scream when they said, "It's not that weird guy, it's Luke."

I instantly relaxed at the sound of his voice, even though just a couple of hours ago I thought he was the most annoying person ever.
I guess he isn't that bad, he did save my life.
But something about him just seems sketchy.

He guided me out of the alley and as soon as I saw his face, I panicked.

"Oh my God, Luke!" I exclaimed.
"What is it?" He asked, "Are you okay?"

I love how he is asking me if I'm okay when his face and arms are covered in blood (sarcasm very much intended).

"Am I okay? The question is, are you okay?" I said with a worried voice.

He just rolled his eyes as I inspected his face for any apparent cuts or bruises.

"I'm fine, Claire." He muttered and tried to remove my hands from his face.
We were only mere steps away from my apartment so I grabbed his hand and said, "Come on."

"Where are we going?" He asked but followed me nonetheless.

"My apartment." I said simply.
"Claire, I know I'm irresistible and everything but I was just in a fight and I should probably rest, no sex tonight, darling." He said with a wink.

I scoffed and said, "Your insane, I'm going to clean the blood off of you and then your going to go home."

He chuckled, "Sure. That's definitely what you meant."

I sighed but didn't say a word back to that because, honestly, I didn't know what to say.

"And you know?" He added, "It's probably right that your the one to clean me up, since it was all to save your ass."

"And while your at it, you can wash my hair too." He said, tapping his chin.

"Or how about you just give me a bath? Oh, I haven't had a nice hot bath in so long." He said with a smirk.

"Oh my gosh, please stop talking." I groaned.
"As you wish." He said, bowing his head.

"Are you quoting The Princess Bride?" I asked with a slight laugh.

"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." He said with a fake spanish accent.

"Yep, you are." I confirmed, pursing my lips.
I thought for a second and decided to really test his knowledge on this amazing movie.
"You mock my pain." I said, looking up at him.

A bright smile took over his lips and he said, "Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something."

I smiled a bright smile back at him.

This boy has a great taste in movies.
Maybe he isn't half bad.

When we approached the lobby door of my apartment complex, he opened the door and held it open for me.

Maybe I was wrong about him, maybe he isn't a stupid player boy after all.

As soon as I walked in the door, I felt him smack my bum and let out a deep chuckle when I screeched.

Stupid player boy reigns once again.