Luke Hemmings x Reader

Making Up???

When you got home, you ran up to your room, turned your phone notifications on so you can hear if your mom texts at all, and blasted Twenty One Pilots.

Your phone beeped.

When you looked at the contact name, you almost started crying. It was Luke.

Luke:
Hey.......I know it doesn't matter to you, but I'm sorry.

You:
....

Luke:
Please forgive me? We can redo our movie night, and I told that girl to stay away from me?

You:
We can redo movie night, I am not forgiving you yet. Tomorrow at the same time.

Luke:
YES!!! I mean... ok. Definitely. But how about at three in the afternoon instead?

You:
Works for me. See you then.

Luke:
Bye!

You:
See ya.

-END OF CONVO-

You looked at the ceiling. Then, you heard some rumbling outside your bedroom. Grabbing a wooden bat, you snuck out of your room and down the stairs. Sitting at the TV was a girl with really short turquoise-blonde hair, blue-green eyes, cargo pants, a white t-shirt, and black combat boots.

"Excuse me, but you're in my house." You said, standing up straiter.

"You mean, my house?" The girl said, turning to you. "I am the author, I created you. And this house. And your feelings."

"B-b-but...h-hoW?" You stuttered.

"Well, it's obvious. I typed words and phrases and I created this entire story. Oh, and when you go to Luke's house, wear something comfy but stylish." Then, she disappeared.

'Uhhh... ok then.' You thought.

--TIME SKIP--

You were back in Luke's house. Obviously, though, he had no idea again.

Loud music. That's what you heard. But when you opened the door, he was there alone. Wearing boxers and a t-shirt, using a hairbrush for a microphone. Singing along.

You pulled your phone out and started recording. A couple minutes later, the song ended. So did the video, but so did your secrecy. Luke saw you.

"H-HEY! YOU'RE INVADING MY PRIVACY! H-HOW MUCH DID YOU SEE?!?!" He yelled when he saw you.

"Most of it. And I have video proof." You laughed.

"*sigh* delete the video, and no one gets hurt." He said, trying to have a murderous aura, but failing.

"Hmmm.... Let me think about that... NO!!" You yelled amd ran down the hallway. You heard his footsteps bounding after you.

He finally caught up with you in the living room, and tackled you on the couch. He pinned you down and started to try to tickle you. But you, being super awesome, are not ticklish.

"Hah! You think you can tickle me? Think again!" You said. He sighed.

"Fine, keep the damn video. Just don't show it to anyone." He said, leaning back.

"Deal. I won't show it to anyone." You were gonna show it to everyone.

"Ok. Let's watch the movie I picked." He pulled out a movie. Anddd... it was Insidious III. Greeeaaattt. Not.

"Uhhh... o-ok." You were a little scared.

He got off of you and went to put the CD in the DVD player. You sat up, bundling yourself in the blanket on the couch. It wasn't even cold in their house. It was that perfect temperature that you could wear whatever and still feel nice.

He came back after pressing the play button and plopped right down next to you.

"I'M MAKING POPCORN!!!" You yelled, jumping off the couch. When you came back the movie had already started.

You sat down and wrapped the blanket around you and Luke, setting your head on his shoulder, really tired. You soon fell asleep, but not before feeling a pair of lips against your forehead.