The Lookout - A Luke Hemmings Imagine

The Lookout

His feet are propped on the dash of his van while the rain is slamming against his windshield when his phone lights up.

"I need to get out of here. Come get me?" the text reads.

The three dots of his response are appearing on my phone as I look down, anxiously tapping my foot. When I look in the mirror I don't see the anxiety that I feel after sending that, I see dark circles under my eyes and a thin line that I think used to turn up at the corners to something that resembled a smile. I try to recreate it but I just look like someone in pain.

"Drop a pin. See you soon."

I don't let my brain think about what I'm going to do or who I'm going to see, I just send my location. Tyler had stormed out of here minutes ago; reminding me I wasn't good for anything, just a waste of space really. Who would want to be with me anyways, right? That's what he seemed to be asking himself. I hardly gave him the time to turn his engine over before I was reaching out to Luke.

I knew what I was doing, so did he, I think this was the breaking point. Luke was an easy out, he wasn't looking for anything serious and my relationship was shit, it seemed to simplify it for the both of us.

"8 minutes" he types.

Refusing to sit here any longer I stand up. Try to straighten out my sleeveless dress but the wrinkles aren't going anywhere, I can't sit in this room I think I'd rather be in the rain. I don't bother turning off any of the lights or locking the doors, I just walk straight out and let the rain make my straight hair even more streamlined. The streetlights are winking on and off in this old neighborhood, not even they have the energy to keep up any longer. I hear his tires squealing before I see him, having his own personal battle with the rainy streets. I'm dripping wet when I reach for the handle on the grey door.

The porch lights create a strange shadow over his blue eyes, making them seem much darker than they truly are.

"Shit Lacie, you're soaked." Luke says as he moves to take off his flannel.

"I don't need that." I protest. "It's not a cold rain."

"Just take the damn thing would you?" He throws the shirt on to my lap and runs his hand through his blonde hair. "Where to?" he asks as he pulls out of the driveway.

"The lookout." I shrug on the shirt and appreciate the warmth it gives even though I don't say it out loud.

"We won't be able to see, you know that right?"

"I don't care, I just need someplace different." I add.

"Fine, yeah." The lilt of his Australian accent is turning my anxiety of the argument into anxiety of getting as close as possible to him. We've been close before, heavy flirting, casually touching, sometimes a little too much and sometimes a little too close for two people who aren't involved.

"What happened with Tyler this time?" Luke asks as we park the car.

"The same argument we always have. Neither of us spending enough time with each other, not his fault and only mine. Thinks I don't care about him anymore or do anything for him." I step out of the car and make my way to the empty trunk area, he parked in reverse so that we could leave the back door open and look out over the cloud-covered town. I hop in and he follows suit while I kick off my black high tops.

There's already blankets and pillows back here, I don't want to know if they've been used before, it's Luke Hemmings I suppose. Local wanderer, he's never been in a relationship I think.

"Tyler's an ass and my shirt looks good on you Lace." The shivers run up and down my back but I'm not cold. Luke smirks and his lip-ring is pulled in to the corner of his mouth. He notices my lingering stare and slyly moves a bit closer.

"Do you have to be somewhere Luke?" I ask, taking a steadying breath to calm my nerves.

"I've got all the time in the world.

"Luke?" I turn to look at him again.

"Yeah?" His voice is a little huskier now.

"I...I want to be touched."

"By?" He moves ever so closer, narrowing the slim gap that exists between the two of us as we lay down on this floor.

"Your hands, you, all of you." There are mere inches between our lips when he whispers. "Are you sure?" I let my actions speak as I close the space between us, grasping at his neck and pulling him down closer to me. His kisses are placed hungrily and sloppily on my lips and down my neck. He straddles me and sits up straight,

"Off. All of it." He demands. The strands of his blonde hair are out of place now from my hands running through them. He reaches for his own shirt but I knock his hands away and pull up the black edge and slide it off over his head. He returns the favor in kind by helping me out of his now wet flannel and my soaked dress. Everything is hurried and messy, two people desperate to get through this. The cold chain from the necklace he wears hits my stomach and arches my back in response.

"You sure about all this? What about...?" He asks, momentarily breaking up the heat between us.

"I'm sure." It sounds final to my own ears and he takes that as enough of an answer because he is sliding off the black belt that keeps up his black jeans. We're rolled over now and I am on top of him trying with every kiss to forget the betrayal I'm committing, He bites my lip and I bite his neck, his chest, anywhere my teeth can find purchase. Little moans escape his mouth and my own when he starts to move beneath me.

"Fuck Lace, you feel good on me." But I only manage to grunt in response. If anyone bothered to look over at the van they'd see the steamy windows and know what we were up to. I couldn't even bring myself to care about anything right now; I just knew I needed to be close to Luke. He knew I was broken and he was okay with that, that made me feel like I wasn't going to completely fall apart.

"I've wanted this for so long." Luke adds breathily. I didn't realize I had too. He looks at me once more, asking the important question with his eyes and not breathing another word, just slight panting. I nod my head and that's all it takes for him to make one final move. His hands grasp at my back, leaving scratches and marks of red up along my body. The van is warm and sweaty and rocks with our own movements. It goes back and forth between the two of us for some time, neither of us keeping track of time. I roughly grab his shoulder and pull him closer to me as he thrusts in to me for one final time before the two of us break apart.

"Will you take me to your house Luke? I don't want to be alone tonight." I roll on to my side and ask him quietly, searching his eyes for an immediate answer.

He reaches for my hand and responds in turn "Of course."