Be Your Everything

t h i r t y o n e

Luke's Perspective

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Did last night really happen? Because I'm honestly not sure.

When I wake up the next morning, I'm completely at ease. Hotel sheets have never felt so warm and soft. I haven't slept that well in over a month. Even the sunlight shining in my eyes makes me smile this morning. The only thing missing from this perfect picture is Elle.

A second later, she walks out of the bathroom in another one of those damn tank tops that makes her boobs look amazing and her hair pulled into a braid. I'm pretty sure she already has makeup on, but I honesty can never tell. She's beautiful either way, so who really cares.

Maybe this is how everything was supposed to be. The rest of the world already thinks we're dating, so why not just make it real? It would be easier on everyone, including Elle.

"Morning," I greet her with sleepy smile and grab a pair of boxers from the ground. I know Elle and I are comfortable with each other, but I don't think we're quite at the chilling-naked level just yet, so I tug the boxers up my legs and walk over to her to greet her properly.

"Good morning," she smiles back and turns to look at her reflection in the mirror, focusing on the hickeys I left on her neck. She catches my smirk in the mirror as I wrap my hands around her waist and bury my face into the crook of her neck.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask into her hair.

"Yeah, did you?" She's still distracted by the marks on her neck, so I lean over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

"Best sleep I've gotten in weeks," I tell her quietly. She smiles a little, but her mind seems elsewhere when she places her arms on top of mine on her waist. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she lies, "just thinking."

"What about?" I press in the hopes that I'm able to make her smile become genuine.

"Last night was very... eventful," she laughs unconvincingly and looks down at the ground.

"What happened after I left?" I search her face for clues, but I already know it was Calum that got her upset. What else could have happened except him doing something that hurt her.

"I just heard a few things that I wished I hadn't," she answers softly, and I can see the tears starting to form in her beautiful green eyes.

Shit, don't cry.

"Lennie, hey, it's okay," I fumbled over my words in panic. I have no fucking clue what to do when girls cry, but this time, at least I'm not the one who caused the tears. This time, I want to punch Calum in the face for making this sweet girl shed a tear.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I walk around her and pull her into a hug, hoping that she'll find comfort in my embrace. She buries her face into my chest and takes a deep breath, and my heart starts to race. I am in way too deep with this girl, but I don't know what else to do.

Elle sighs after a moment and loosens her grip on my waist to look up at me with those tear-filled eyes.

"It's not important," she mumbles while she tries to blink back her tears. "I'm sorry."