Something was wrong. I could only tell by the way his eyes didn't light up when he grinned, or by the silence that always followed his responses to "Are you okay?" The sad, lonely boy that was moping around the bus as we traveled around the world was not the boy I fell in love with. But, I knew for a fact, that he was the boy I am in love with, and therefore would do anything to help him out of this mood, as I put it, refusing to define it as depression. I knew the signs of depression, having gone through it myself. I knew Luke, I knew what he looked like when he truly was happy-not faking it.
Luke laughed at something Calum said, nobody seeing through the laughter. Suddenly, all eyes were on me, as I was looking at Luke with concern-which to them, seemed uncalled for and weird.
"Rae? Is something wrong?" Luke asked, his voice laced with concern.
I opened my mouth to say no, but my lips betrayed me. "Yes." I answered. Luke's face morphed into a concerned one, his hand taking mine. "But something's not wrong with me." I added, and they all looked at me in confusion.
"Something's not wrong with you but something's wrong?" Luke asked me, clearly confused.
"Can we drop it? I'm fine, I promise." I said.
"You're not going into depression again are you?" Liam, who had come out for two days to visit, asked.
"No, I'm not, Li. I'm fine." I insisted, as Luke stood up and pulled me into the back room of the bus, and then shut the door that separated it from the rest.
"Tell me what's up." He demanded.
"Luke!" I protested, crossing my arms.
"Something's wrong."
"You're right Luke. Something wrong. I'm worried about my husband's happiness." I said, finally giving in.
"I'm perfectly happy." Luke said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Luke, I know you too well for you to get away with that." I said, and he sighed, sitting down on the couch. Silence filled the room, both of us waiting for the other to speak up first.Luke's face was in his hands, and I knew he felt ashamed that he tried to hide it from me for so long. I sighed at the prolonged silence, sitting down next to him and allowing him to lean into me.
"Luke?" I asked gently, getting a muffled "yeah" in response.
"What can I do to help?" I said, causing him to look at me.
"Why would you want to help me?" He mumbled.
"I've told you this so many times." I said, giggling. I took his hand, placing it over my heart.
"This is yours." I started with.
"I know. But why do you want to help me get over...this?" Luke said.
"Because I've been through the exact same thing, Luke. I know that having somebody you love is helpful. Having someone you love simply standing there next to you can help a ton. And, why wouldn't I want to help my husband out of this?" I said, as he intertwined our hands. He mumbled some incoherent reason as to why I wouldn't and I just shook my head, giggling.
"How about this." I started.
"About what?" Luke said, lifting his head to look at me expectantly.
"Every night, you tell me something you don't like about yourself, or something about what's bothering you. And I will tell you why I love that part of you, or why you shouldn't worry about it."
"Could you tell me stories from your childhood?" Luke asked hesitantly.
"Right now?"
"No, like instead of the other thing."
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