a week | l.h

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astrid's

i never really understood why people celebrated birthdays. are they celebrating because you're getting closer to death?

the cheers minimized and the little girl looked at the birthday cake in awe. she looked up at her visitors and her eyebrows knitted in confusion. she's probably thinking 'who are these people?' but she shrugged the thought and took a glance at her mom, who was smiling at her precious daughter.

"come on, sweety, make a wish and then blow the candles." her mom whispered, rubbing her back. the little girl closed her eyes and then blew the candles, fading to gray.

the cheers were louder than before. the birthday girl laughed and hugged her mother.

i pushed the stop button, the cheers abruptly stopped, which made the screen of the television to turn blue. i sighed, grabbing the disc from the disc holder and putting it back on its place.

"hey, astrid." a voice called as a knock was heard. i rested my head on the headboard of my bed, looking everywhere, my eyes searching for the blond boy with deep blue eyes. and then i saw him outside my window, sitting on the tree right outside my room, in his ripped jeans and nirvana shirt.

i fought the urge to roll my eyes at him.

"you know, opening windows are pretty fun." he sarcastically suggested. i grunted and removed the blanket that was over my head, walking towards the window. i was slightly hoping that he would fall off the tree and then die but then i remembered the shit that the principal wanted to celebrate for us, students, so i took back what i hoped for.

i removed the lock and gave him a look which he understood as he reached to open the window and carefully let himself enter my room.

he heaved a deep sigh and then looked at me, a goofy smile playing on his lips. groaning, i sat on my comfortable bed and took the cup of coffee that was placed on the vanity table.

"what do you want, hemmings?" i glared, drinking from the cup. coffees are the best thing in the world, to be honest.

his eyebrows furrowed before letting out a laugh. he stepped forward and sat on the floor, his elbows propped on the bed. his blue eyes staring deep into my soul.

and, maybe now i understand why other people like — or even love luke. maybe it's his eyes? maybe it's how he always bites his lips whenever he's nervous? or maybe how his lip ring made him look more intimidating. i don't know. luke hemmings is a complex person.

"checking me out, i see." he wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled. i shook my head, thinking, why do people like this idiot? how do they tolerate him? i took another drink and then answered him,

"why are you even here?" i scowled, putting the cup back to the table. i kicked his leg in anger, attempting to hurt him but unfortunately failed because the luke hemmings is too tall. i'm just a midget, okay. he smiled at me and then ruffled my hair.

"babe, did you forget? you're stuck with me for the week." he winked.

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a week with you

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