You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

I Only Ever Want You - Chapter Thirty-Seven

Mia's POV.

Last night, after mine and Luke's fun in the shower, we decided to order in a pizza and snuggle up in bed watching Game Of Thrones.

I felt so comfortable, so safe being wrapped up in Luke's arms, it felt right, like it's where I belonged. Whenever I was with Luke, I always felt protected, like no one would be able to hurt me because I had someone ready to fight my battles standing right next to me.

There were moments when I would think that Luke is only with me for sex, but when he would place gentle kisses to my forehead and whisper how cute I looked wearing his Green Day t-shirt, I knew there was more to our relationship.

The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on Luke's chest and him kissing my forehead with a whispered goodnight, Princess into my ear.

That was why I woke up with the biggest smile on my face. It wasn't like all the other times Luke and I have had sex, not only was it the second time he hadn't left me after, but he hadn't left me all day. He wants to be with me.

I sighed in content. I could feel Luke's heartbeat thudding steadily in his chest against my ear. He has one arm wrapped around me, the other resting above his head, showing off his tattoo of Lilo and Stitch. I furrowed my eyebrows in wonder; there must be some reason for it, some meaning.

"What are you staring at?" I jumped at the sudden voice, making Luke chuckle.

I rolled my eyes at him before pointing at his tattoo. "Why do you have a tattoo of Lilo and Stitch?"

Luke followed my finger before his eyes landed on it and a proud smile overcomes his face. "That's how my sister got her name."

"Your sisters name is Stitch?"

Luke shakes his head, chuckling. "No, her name is Lilo. My parents said I could name her and my favourite show as a kid was Lilo and Stitch, hence her name."

"You don't talk about her much, or your brother for that matter. Why not?" I asked, tracing my fingers along the tattoos littering his chest.

"Brings back bad memories."

"Of your brother and sister?"

"Of home."

I lifted my head to see his face. He didn't look upset like I thought he would, he looked disappointed, yet angry. It's been weeks since Luke told me it was too soon to pry into his personal life, but I feel like our relationship is changing. Maybe I could actually get some answers out of him this time.

"Luke, what happened at home?" He looked me in the eyes. I could see the internal debate he was having with himself and it pained me to see. "Baby, you know you can tell me anything." I placed my hand on his jaw, rubbing my thumb against his cheekbone.

Luke's eyes fluttered closed before he was speaking again. "When I was ten, my Mom left us. She didn't leave a note or even speak to any of us, she just left. Liam, my brother, was only three and Lilo was barely crawling around." He took a shaky breath before he continued.

"It was hard for my dad, like really hard. He had to work to keep a roof over our head, keep us fed, all while suffering with losing my mom, so we didn't see him often. My dad told us that mom left because she couldn't handle family life, that we were all too much for her, I still don't know whether to believe him."

Luke exhaled, letting his eyes roam my face before continuing. "When I was fifteen, he gave up."

"He killed himself?" I gasped, my eyes widening.