only for you // l.h.

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Cameron had left shortly after his quiet outburst. He shouldered past Luke, who was being dragged into my room by my brother.

"Scott!" Oliver shouted.

"Shh," I said, but opened my arms for my little brother, who clambered onto my bed and launched himself into my arms, still not too old for being hugged by his sister.

"I missed you I missed you I missed you," he mumbled, snuggling into me. I squeezed him tightly. My brother gave some of the best hugs.

Luke crossed into the room, settling on the couch. "I hope you don't mind if I brought him along. Your mum, was it? Yeah, she was leaving and said that he could come in."

My brother looked up. "He's from that band, right? The one you saved?"

I met Luke's eyes momentarily, then looked down to my brother. "Yeah. 5 Seconds of Summer."

"He's cool," my brother said simply. "I like him." For Oliver, this was the highest praise he could give.

Luke grinned broadly at me.

Damn Luke Hemmings and his smile. He was going to hell for it, for sure. Probably because so many people had experienced heart attacks because of it.

But I was really hopped up on morphine and had almost died recently, so it clearly didn't work on me.

Thank goodness he'd be leaving. I don't think I'd be able to handle much more.

"Alright, Oliver," Luke said to Ollie. "Do you mind I talk to your sister for a bit?"

Oliver scrutinized Luke. "No making out, alright?" He said, dead serious.

Luke laughed awkwardly, pink spreading across his cheeks. "Promise. You'd beat me up."

I cleared my throat, feeling my face heat up as well. Oliver needed to stop talking to his friend Davy. All he talked about was girls.

"I love you, Oliver," I said, and squeezed him again. My arm and shoulder only throbbed dully, the medication doing its job well.

Maybe a bit too well, though, as my eyes were getting heavy and my tongue thick.

My brother left the room.

"So," I said to Luke, as if I sat in hospital rooms with famous musicians everyday. I was just trying to hide my nervousness and excitement (I mean, any fan would be peeing themselves at this point — blame it on the holes through my muscles) under false calm.

I pretty much wanted to jump on him and ask him to sign my boob and take a billion selfies. Sort of.

But I packed the obsessed side of me away. I could tell Luke was nervous, too. He'd rolled his lip ring into his mouth and didn't know what to do with his hands. "So," he replied. "I honestly just wanted to say-"

"Please don't thank me," I asked tiredly. "Calum said it. Ashton said it. Michael nearly killed me with a hug."

"Sorry about that."

I waved it off. "If it made him feel better," I said. "Plus, it's not every day you get hugged by one of your favorite musicians."

Luke smiled nervously.

"Why are you nervous?" I blurted, the medicine deciding to take control of my mouth.

"I'm not very smooth," Luke said. "Sort of quiet, y'know? I get nervous easily off-stage. I just pretend like I'm not. Or I am." He shook his head. "I don't know. Shit."

I laughed, watching him fumble.

"Um," he muttered. "I had a plan. I was going to say something."