We exchanged numbers, I have Luke Hemming's number. I never thought this would happen. Ever. Plus we were going on a date. Is it a date? Or is it just two friends going for milkshake? Are we even friends? I drown in my own overthinking. Only making myself confused and my thoughts cloudy. I put the thoughts to the back of my mind.
It was getting reasonably late in the evening, 8pm by now. Pitch black outside, but with the moon shining and the stars glistening in the sky. The house was deadly silent. Peaceful. Nice for change. I went downstairs and made a sandwich to eat. Lettuce and Cucumber, delicious. My brother was out like usual, we never hear much from him, I honestly feel like an only child. Rather lonely, now more than ever with dad gone. Basically me and mum in this big empty house. I looked about for Mum, but I couldn't find her, feeling more lonely than ever.
'And if you're ever feeling lonely, just look at the moon. Someone, somewhere is looking right at it too' A familiar quote crept into my mind as I settled on my bedroom window seat, comfy with a blanket, staring out into the night sky. I reached over and grabbed my laptop, putting on some low, sad- yet comforting music.
'She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out'
I sing along softly, to the lyrics of Sweater Weather. Which it indeed was. The coldness of the air now becoming boltic. I wrap myself into my blanket further, wanting to keep any body heat that I had left in me still. 'I'll be your safety, You'll be my lady' were the final words that sang me to sleep.
Hours later I woke up with a stiff neck, making me groan. Unaware of what time it was, I sat in complete silence, gathering my senses before moving off the window seat, to reach for the light switch, sending the whole room in the blinding light. Realising I was feeling parched, I walked downstairs to refresh myself. Tripping over my own feet, causing myself to stumble on a step. I finally reach the kitchen, with some difficulty. I pour a glass of water and settle at the table. I drink it slowly,while going over the last few days event. I really was glad that I now had Luke to talk to, I really was.
I also felt lucky, that he'd chosen to follow me, to talk to me, to care about me. I found myself grinny subconciously, butterflies surging through my stomach, Luke remaining on my mind for the rest of the night, drifing off yet again, to visions of blue eyes, blonde hair and a lip piercing.
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Yours Truly, Luke x
Fanfiction'One day I'll tell the story of how he saved me.' I thought to myself, and so I have. 'One day I'll tell the world, how I pushed her to this, and saved her just in time' He thought.
