Me and Luke walk through the hall, and up the stairs. We’re holding hands, but only slightly. He turns to me and grins.
“Your mum’s nice” He says. I just shrug in response. We reach upstairs, and walk into my room.
I never put any photos of Luke up, because I always thought ‘What if he comes here, he’ll be weirded out’.
All on my bands are various bands; One Direction, The 1975, Mayday Parade, etc. My room’s quite tidy; you can tell I’ve been in it, though. There is a Nutella tub on the side and a bag of Haribos on my dresser.
Luke takes a seat on my bed, admiring the posters, one-by-one.
“Nice room” He says, still looking around.
“Thanks” I mutter “Wanna watch some TV?” I ask looking at my TV.
“Sure, cool” Luke says. I love him so much. He lays back.
“Don’t get too comfortable, you” I say, giving him a cheeky grin.
“Oi!” He shouts “Don’t get too cheeky, you!” He smiles really cheekily. He grabs my arm, gently. He pulls me closer, perfect.
I can hear his heart beating, soft. I lean my head into his shirt. His shirt is so soft. I close my eyes and just shut out the world. It’s so nice.
Luke rests his head on my back and whispers-“You’re perfect” I smile
“I love you” I say back.
I breathe out.
We finally separate and I turn on the TV. Some crappy sitcom comes on, I don’t really care.
20 minutes pass, in silence, but I don’t mind. It’s 10pm. Luke has to set off soon, but I just want him to stay forever.
He has his arm around me and I am resting on his shirt.
This is what perfection really is…
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That Boy With The Beanie
FanfictionYeah, there is this guy, at my school and his eyes sparkle like a star from outer space, his Australian accent melts my heart, his casual beanies and his larger than life quiff make me love him even more, and his name is Luke Hemmings...
