Luke and I are walking through this freezing park, hand in hand as the icy London air is freezing us.
"When're we going home?" I ask missing the warmth of Australia.
"We still have to go to LA after here," he reminds me. I'd do anything for Luke, but I can't handle being away from home much longer. I don't know how he can travel like this, but I can't. I don't think I was cut out for this kind of thing at all.
We keep walking and I rest my head on Luke's shoulder, as per normal. It feels nice like this, as it always has, but the lump in my throat won't go away. I have always wanted to travel the world like any other sane person since I was little and now here I am, with this amazing opportunity and I want nothing more than to go home. I miss my mother and the rest of my family. I miss my own bed, not the hotel stuff. I miss having the comfort of knowing that someone was always around. I don't even have that out here. Luke is my best friend, but his room is all the way on a different floor. I'm not famous so I can't be on the same floor as them.
I'm all alone in this new world really. Luke is too busy recording with the others to be around me so I usually sit in my room, sending messages to my mother, reassuring her that I miss her because I do. I text my best friend, Emma, all the time informing her of how alone I feel. I can't do this anymore. I lift my head up and take a deep breath to keep the tears from falling.
"Luke I think I need to go home," I say boldly. He immediately stops walking, making his hand fall from mine. I stop and look back at him.
"What do you mean?" He asks me so very confused.
"It's just that I don't feel like I belong here with you guys," I say quietly as he walks towards me.
"You belong here May, with me. We always dreamed of traveling this world together. You can't give up on that now," he says.
"I'm so alone here Luke," I tell him and I can tell that he doesn't comprehend what I am saying.
"I'm right here with you," he tells me.
"I'm in my room most of the time you dork. Not exactly my idea of fun. I really think I should just go home," I try again.
"You can't go home," he tells me firmly, grabbing my wrist as I tried to walk away.
"Why not?" I ask him.
"Because I love you," he responds letting go of my wrist. My eyes widen in shock.
"You heard me right. I, Luke Hemmings, love a simple girl such as yourself May. I don't want you to go home. You keep me myself. You better me. You give me the familiarity of home. I don't want to do this by myself. And don't you dare try saying, 'you have the lads' because Calum and Ashton always run off and Michael won't get off of his computer. I want you to go through this experience with me," he tells me. I don't know how to react. My best friend just told me that he loved me and wants me to experience this new life with him. I don't know.
"May?" He asks after a moment of my silence.
"I love you too Luke," I respond and he wraps his arms around me, going in for the kiss. I let him kiss me too. It's amazing honestly. The touch of his lips on mine, sweet and tender just like I imagined they would be. Our lips move in sync perfectly, making my stomach erupt like dinosaurs roaring and my heart is doing jumping jacks. He finally pulls apart and rests his forehead on mine, leaving me wanting more.
"If I promise you that I won't leave you alone anymore, will you stay?" He asks pulling on his lip piercing. I bite my lip.
"I guess. But what does this make of us Luke?" I ask.
"It makes you my girlfriend, if you want to be," he adds the last part quickly.
"Of course I want to be," I smile and he leans down giving me another kiss, proving that he'll keep his promise to me and that he really does want me to be his. I couldn't of asked for anything more.
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