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Chapter Thirteen

-Michael

As I knocked on his door I already felt like I was going to burst into tears. I missed my baby and I just wanted him back. It was stubborn of me not to check up on him after school. I was just so mad he never made contact with me and I couldn't stand to be the bigger man. And- oh my god. It's all my fault.

I look up from my trace once I here a slight gasp. I looked up and I'm torn by what I see. This didn't look like my Lukey. His hair was dirty and looked like it hasn't been washed in days. His eyes are now a dull, lifeless blue instead of their usual lively bright blue.

We stared at each other in silence for a couple more seconds. We didn't have the words to say just yet. That is until Luke spoke.

"Come in" he mumbled. Just hearing his voice made my heart skip a beat. I nodded my head and walked inside.

"I'm going to freshen up"

Luke walked upstairs and I looked around his place. It was just as messy as his appearance. Bowls were left on the table and the pillows and blankets were thrown around the floor. It looked as if a tornado hit this place.

Luke appeared and couple of minutes later. He was still wearing his pajamas but his hair was hidden away by his beanie I've come to love. Now this looked a little more like my Lukey. Except his eyes still showed a lot of saddened and that broke my heart.

"Luke-"

"No before you say anything," he starts "I'm so sorry. I ignored you for weeks and I didn't even text you or call and I'm such a horrible boyfriend. I'm so sorry Mikey. I let you down." He lowers his head down like a puppy being scolded. He thought I was hear to yell at him?

I walked towards him and gently placed my hands on his face making him look up at me.

"No Lukey. It's not your fault. I didn't bother to check up on you because I was to stubborn to." I give him a small peck on his nose. He smiles slightly.

"Want to go back to my place?" I ask him gently.

He simply nods. I grab his hand and held it lightly. I couldn't help but look at his scars that went up to his elbows.

***

When we get to my house I wrapped him up in a blanket and sat him down on the couch. I grabbed all of the junk food I can find and placed it onto the table. I gave a smile and he returned it. I put on one of his favorite movies before sitting down with strawberry ice cream. I would scoop some into his mouth like a baby and I realized his eyes were a lighter color now. And that made me extremely happy.

***

By the third movie Luke was fast asleep on my lap. I played with his hair and stared at his beautiful face. I smiled down at him. And it hit me. Oh my god.

I love him.

I love Luke Hemmings.

I've never felt like this about anyone but the more I admit it to myself the bigger my smile gets. This boy has completely changed my life. I adore him. I adore him so much that I start listing almost everything I love about him.

I love his smile.

I love the way he gives me butterflies.

I love how he makes me feel.

I love his soft, blonde hair.

I love his beautiful blue eyes.

I just love everything about Luke.

But my smile slightly falters. What if he doesn't love me back? What if I tell him I love him and he doesn't say it back? What do I do then? But I look back at him and I just smile. I don't care. I'll still love him.

He twitched a bit in his sleep but sighed and fell back asleep. He's so adorable.

And he's mine.

And I don't plan on ever losing him.

"I love you Luke." I say quietly, careful not to wake him up.