Obsessed {Luke Hemmings}

eighteen

I AM SO SORRY I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO UPDATE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE BUT I HAVE NO TIME I LOVE YOU GUYS <3 I'M TRYING
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Luke regretted those words.

"So, what do you want?" He sighed, "and it can't be anything bad."
"Hmmm." I hummed, tapping my finger on my chin and making it seem much more important than it really is.

"You can make dinner." I smiled and a devious smile appeared on his face.
"I'm an amazing cook." He bragged.
"Good because I'm not helping you." I smiled, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
He followed me into the kitchen and I showed him around so that he would have the general idea of where everything is.
Then I left and let him get to work.
I went into my room and as soon as my head hit my pillow, I was asleep.

All I could tell is that it was dark. And I was outside.
I knew this due to the humid air and the sound of cars honking.
I felt along the walls and tried to get out onto a sidewalk or something.
But as I started moving towards a light at the end of the supposed alley that I was in, I ran into something.
Or someone.
A hand went over my moth and then the light hit the man just right so that I could tell the identity of this unknown figure.
Luke.
"Hello, darling." He purred.
I almost melted into him.
I almost hugged him and never let go.
I almost kissed his lips and made him mine.
But, one thing stopped me.
The undeniable gleam in his crystal blue eyes.
A gleam of evil and pure hatred that stopped me in my tracks, breaking my heart with one single glance.

"Claire."

"No, get away from me!"
I wouldn't let this evil Luke get me. I wouldn't give in, I just couldn't.
This wasn't the real him. This was a twisted version of him, trying to lure me to the dark side.

"Claire, wake up." He said, running a hand through my hair.

The dark started slowly being replaced with light and my bedroom came into my sight.

Luke stood above me, but it was my Luke. No evil in sight.
He gave me a smile and I sat up and asked,
"Done cooking my dinner?"
He smirked, "Yes and I think your going to be quite pleased."
"Oh, I hope so." I said, stifling a laugh.
He reached for my hand and lead me into the kitchen where the lights were dimmed and the table was set beautifully.
He had a candle in the center of the table and a cylinder shaped vase that held two black roses.
He had the plates set and two chairs, one at each side of the round table.

He lead me towards the table and pulled the chair out for me.
"M'lady." He said, motioning for me to sit.
"Thank you." I smiled.

We walked over to the stove and brought back a pot filled with spaghetti.
But he only brought one large plate.
"Only one plate?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, "When I said you could cook me dinner, it didn't mean you couldn't eat any."
"This is for the both of us. I thought we could Lady and the Tramp it." He said, winking as he put some spaghetti onto the plate.
"Are you calling me a tramp?" I narrowed me eyes with a smirk.
"Are you referring that I'm a lady?" He gasped, feigning a fake, shocked expression.
"I'm not referring that you aren't a lady." I giggled.
"Okay, I guess I can take all of this delectable spaghetti for myself." He smirked, pushing the plate towards his side of the table.
"No." I grabbed his wrist.
"I'm sorry, please give me food." I begged and he chuckled at me.
He put the plate back in the center of the table and sat down across from me.
We didn't say a word before we picked up our forks and dug in.

"This is so good." I mumbled when we only had a little bit of spaghetti left in the plate.
"But I don't know if I can fit anymore." I said, leaning back.
"We need to finish it." Luke cried, "We can't waste it."
I'm glad Luke doesn't like to waste food, although I think the reason he wants to keep eating is because he still thinks his Lady and the Tramp moment could happen.
I honestly didn't believe it would happen.
I mean, what are the odds that we eat the same strand of spaghetti at the same time?
The odds are not in our favor.

But, my beliefs were shortly contradicted when we did, indeed, have our perfect Lady and the Tramp moment.

When he noticed the strand of spaghetti between both of our lips was the exact same one, he smirked and came closer to my lips a little faster.
When we were finally inches apart, we looked into each others eyes for a second.
"Told you it would happen." He murmured then finally closed the space between us and the sparks flew like never before.