Uncontrollable (Punk Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 13

The wind rattles the window, rain lashing against the pane. Thunder cracks overhead, jerking me awake. Bolting upright, I nearly fall off the couch.

I turn towards the door, the creaking of which had woken me up. The porch creaks again ominously, but when I stand and walk to the window, all I see is the flash of lightning illuminating an empty doorstep.

I take a deep breath, stepping back.

Turning the tv I'd fallen asleep to off, I trudge up the stairs, trying to convince myself it's fine. It's just Calum's warnings getting to me. It's fine. It was just the wind rattling the porch.

With every step up the stairs, the storm intensifies. The clock on the wall reads 1:34. I'm still brushing the sleep out of my eyes when I enter my room. It's colder than it should be. My eyes fall on the window that wasn't open when I went downstairs, and now I'm fully awake, heartbeat racing faster, painfully reminded of the creaking on the porch.

The wind races through the room, bringing the rain and sound of distant thunder with it. I start towards the window, alert for any sound or movement. I don't make it very far before a large hand covers my mouth, pulling into the very wet chest of someone behind me.

"Don't scream." A deep voice whispers in my ear, and while a part of brain recognizes the voice and relaxes, the still panicking part of it reacts. I bite the hand and twist away to face the towering figure.

"Luke? What the hell are you doing in my house at 1:30 in the goddamn morning?" I ask, pissed off and trying to recover from my mini heart attack.

Luke smiles wryly, shaking water droplets from his shaking hair. "At least you didn't scream."

I stare at him for a moment, resisting the urge to punch him. Instead, I turn and go to close the window. "Why are you here?" I ask again, pulse slowing in my ears.

He shrugs. "Calum mentioned that your dad was out of the country. Just wanted to make sure you're okay. "

I collapse down on the bed, shaking my head. "You could have called or something, you didn't have to creep around my porch and come in through my window!"

Luke frowns. "I wasn't on your porch. I came right in through the window. Figured you'd already be in bed."

I slide past the part where he thought it'd be okay to come in my window while I slept, focusing on the fact it hadn't been him on my porch. "That wasn't you?"

Luke tenses, glancing out the window as if trying to see what might've been there. "No, not me. Was someone else on your porch?"

I bite my lip, looking away. "No, I didn't see anyone. Must've been the wind or something."

Luke doesn't look away from the window, still staring determinedly out. "Yeah, I'm sure it was the wind."

I go back to the fact he climbed in my window. "And why were you climbing in my window? Because you thought I was sleeping? That's creepy as fuck, Lucas." I snap out, angry now that I know he's not some murderer, here to slit my throat.

Luke relaxes, grinning at me. "Don't worry, I'm wasn't here to watch you sleep. I was just coming to check on you and make sure everything's okay."

I raise an eyebrow. "At 2:30 in the morning? In a storm?"

He shrugs, more drops falling off of him as he settles down on the floor, looking utterly at ease. "I was worried."

"Alriggghhhttt." I drawl out slowly before rising to my feet again. "C'mon." I hold out my hand to him, but he just rises to his feet on his own with surprising agility.