Don't shut me down ● Luke Hemmings

3. "I'm not giving up on you."

It was almost four in the morning and she couldn't sleep. Tired of staring at the same ceiling for hours, she went to the kitchen and drank some water. Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep again, she decided to start making herself some breakfast.

"Couldn't sleep?" She jumped, scared. "Sorry." He lightly chuckled.

"What are you doing here?" She asked avoiding eye contact.

"It was late when me and the guys stopped playing video games, so Michael offered us to stay the night." She stood silent. "Hope you don't mind, he said you wouldn't."

She finished making breakfast in silence and grabbed everything she needed, deciding to eat it in her bedroom. Everything to escape the feeling of his eyes burning in her body. As she was about to pass through him, she felt one arm around her waist, not letting her give another step. She closed my eyes and deep breathed, trying to control herself. Her nerves were now jumping all over her body.

"Are you avoiding me now?" She stood silent and her grip in her bowl grew stronger, afraid she would let it fall to the floor. "At least before you would fire back, you would talk to me." He didn't move. She tried to move again, to escape his warm embrace, but he didn't let her. The bowl she had in her hands was taken cautiously from her and placed at the table near them; and another arm rested in her waist.

"Is it because you heard me telling the boys that I like you?" She could feel his breath in her neck and it wasn't alright. She couldn't fall for his sweet nothings. Falling back to reality she turned around in his arms and looked right into his eyes, giving him her blank face.

"Your feelings towards me don't mean a thing to me. I don't care about what you feel, Luke." And with that she saw his face drop. He wasn't expecting this, being so brutally rejected. His grip around her didn't feel so tight so she saw the chance to slip away. His eyes looked almost glossy, like he was about to cry. Turning her back to him and heading to her bedroom, the last thing she heard was "I'm not giving up on you, Leah".

Weeks passed by and Leah and Luke didn't speak to each other. His eyes burning in her skin every time they were in the same room made everyone sure that he wanted, no, he needed, to talk to her. He needed her. He was hopelessly in love with the quiet girl. And every time she saw him she felt the need to have his arms around her again. She needed his comfort. But she would never admit that to anyone. Everyone could see the tension between them too. Everyone could see how much they needed each other. 

She knew that he cared but she was just too scared to trust him into her life.

He was willing to make her believe that she could trust him, that he wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't, even if he tried. She had grew so hard on him that all he could do to her was love and care for her. He would put his life in danger just to save the quiet girl he so much adored. But she wasn't willing to let her guard down, she had already experienced a few heartbreaks from broken friendships and for loving someone who didn't feel the same way. He was just one more victim of her list of people who she shut down.

But he wouldn't give up; because all he wanted was to make her his princess and give her all the love and happiness she so much deserved. He wanted to know everything from her favorite color to her deepest secrets. 

But she wouldn't show. 

All he knew was that she was a heartbroken girl who needed to be saved and cared; and he wanted nothing more than to be that person and help her heal.