cinnamon ♡ lh [discontinued]

8: the incoming passenger

i'm so back babieeeees

happy 2017 everyone, it's been so shitty by far to me but yay positivity

(((not really, the only thing that keeps me going is season 2 of shadowhunters, season 4 of skam coming v soon, season 6 of teen wolf and season 3 of flash)))

question of the chapter: what's your fave love story ever? (i mean like a movie or a book or a pairing or a fanfiction or whatever literally)

a chapter full of fluff and cuteness, sorry, just a little filler

edit: it's not a filler chapter, i warn you, beware of tears incoming

edited 22/10/17

8: the tripping dendency

I wake up with my right arm aching like a bitch. I open my eyes slowly to see it roped to a boy's wrist. And I suddenly know it all - it's Luke who's laying next to me with a smile on his face, and it's also Luke who admitted he may have been waiting for me to notice him this whole time.

The thought makes me a little anxious. I suddenly remember all the times he has been so obvious about his feelings towards me and yet I never once realised that he was absolutely smitten. I mean, shit, even the events from my first note, for love's sake! He was the one to tell me what the book said because he knew I forgot my glasses, he was the one to explain the rules to me because I wasn't paying attention.

But then something hits me - why do I have my wrist roped to his again?

"A penny for your thoughts, babe," he says, grinning at me. It's such a beautiful sight I almost melt but keep my shit together so he doesn't know I'm willing to sacrifice my entire CD collection to have him for my own.

Which is true but, for now, he doesn't have to know that.

"Why are we roped, again? Did I just like, forget something or...?"

He laughs, looking at our hands. His hair is all over the place ans his smile is goofy, meaning he must have woken up just a few minutes before me. It seems quite like home, waking up next to a messy Luke with our hands (forcefully) intertwined and the tought makes something twitch in my stomach.

"You were sleepy but the entire time you were gripping my hand so tightly I couldn't even go brush my teeth. When we laid down, you almost immediately fell asleep so I went to brush the teeth and when I came back, you were sitting on the bed, looking sleepy and pissed at the same time, with a rope in your little hand. By the way, you know you have literally the tiniest palms I've ever seen?"

"Luke, what's next?" I laugh at his digression.

"So I get into the room and you're like 'I'mma tie you down real tight because you run away when I sleep', which was a knife to my grammar chest but hey, you were half asleep, I get it. So you tied me down and fell asleep again. I must admit, it wasn't the most comfortable sleep position ever but I'm good. Are you?"

I think about admitting my armache to him but decide against it, seeing him so happy about me staying the night. His eyes seem a lot brighter than they usually do and I find myself get lost in his blue orbs for a few seconds.

I'm about to say I'm all good but his smile drops and there's a look of horror creeping onto his face.

"Oh, fuck," he says, realising something bad. His eyes widen and he hurriedly drags me out of his room, explaining what he's doing in the process. "Your mom doesn't know you're here and neither does she know you ditched school yesterday."