A Kiss Under The Mistletoe

Chapter 23: Privacy in The Room of Weirdness

"Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you."
― Bob Marley

"Heeeeeyy... Luke..." I said slowly, I could feel myself blushing. "Wha-what brought you," I was staring at him in disbelief. "You're here?"

Now he was the one staring at me in disbelief. "You asked me to come to your house." He clarified.

"I did?" Now it all clicked. Charlotte grinning crazily in breakfast. That bloody cow! She texted Luke and deleted it. I glared at my sister, who was apparently grinning.

"Of-of course I did." I said in a tight voice.

"Will you e-excuse me and my sister for a minute? Mike and Fi can accompany you." I gestured to my two cousins, completely engrossed watching. They were watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Warner Bros. were having another marathon.

I didn't wait for Luke's response, I dragged Charlotte of the living room and into the kitchen quickly.

"Really, Charlotte? Really?!" I said, almost shouting.

"What? You clearly like this guy and he clearly likes you back. You two just needed a push. Look at the guy, who would ever listen to you all day and night, yammering about crazy stuff?" A normal person should've taken that as an insult but Charlotte and I have a mild relationship.

"That is why I am friends with Esme." I retorted. "And he doesn't like me. I'm Gwen. He's Luke." I said in a small voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Just hangout with him. We'll give you privacy..."

"Oh my gods! Stop! No! No! Shush it! Shuuush!" I was closing my eyes tightly and giving her a stop signal. I quickly walked out of the kitchen. I found Luke looking at family pictures.

"Luke, let's go to my room." I said, not thinking but just needing privacy. There's a dark part of me that is really happy that Luke's here. Luke.

As we were getting upstairs, I held Luke's wrist. I took a glance at Luke, he was behind me and he was staring at me like he wants to say something.

"Wha-what?" I asked shyly.

"Nothing." He answered simply.

I opened the door and I was greeted with warmer air. My room was not exactly a normal room. In the left wall, it's covered by closet and two bookshelves covered with books of course.

I heard Luke gasped so I looked at him. He was observing my room. My bed was in the middle, and there's a sofa too if I wanted to sit when reading. In the right side, I have a drawer with a mirror. Instead of makeups, there are a few unread books, two wands (Harry and Neville's wand), a stele and a witch light.

My jewelry box was open, it contained a few necklaces, a necklace that my father gave me, Isabelle's ruby necklace from The Mortal Instruments, Tessa's clockwork angel necklace, and a replica of Percy's bead necklace.

On the walls were hanged posters of my book fandoms; movie posters of adaptations. I always wanted a dark room so the color of my wallpaper was dark purple. The floor of my room was covered with carpet. And my ceiling, when you turn off the lights, there are glowing quotes from my favorite books on the ceiling, and a few stars.

He went to my drawer and held a wand, Harry's wand to be exact.

"You really love Harry Potter, don't you?" He asked, fascinated.

"I didn't choose the Harry Potter life; the Harry Potter life broke down the door and told me I was a wizard." I replied with a shy smile. He smiled broadly in return.