Luke's p.o.v
So far, I have failed miserably. And also failed the first step in "the ways on how to entertain your date".
Make yourself look presentable when meeting your date. Negligence.
But the night isn't over yet. I can still make up, Right? What happened to Luke Hemmings with the ego that's higher than the heavens? It's been prisoned by love, that's what.
I sprayed perfume all over the parts of my body, I want her to remember this manly scent. Fawning myself, I know
When I walked down, she's gawking around the room. I praised myself for making an excellent job cleaning the house. I cleared my throat for her to acknowledge my presence as soon as I reached her.
" I thought I said I was going to pick you up?"
" You were running really delayed, hours perhaps. It just seems so unlike you to be late so I...I got.. Well, I got worried. And so I called Stacy and asked her where your house is. When I reached here, I didn't want to knock because what if there's a murderer roaming inside the house? Or what if you're kidnapped? Its just like feeding myself to them so I decided to be stealthy and when I opened the door, that's when I found you... You know... Naked"
She blushed as she mentioned the last word and I can't help but laugh tremendously.
" Aw, Diana is worried about sweet Luke. " I sneered but really, I felt happy knowing she cares
" Would you stop pestering me about it?" She rolls her eyes " Anyway, what took you so long?"
" I was cleaning"
" Luke, Cleaning?!" She retaliated and laughed, harder than the way I did. " I don't think Luke and cleaning can be put in a sentence" she finishes, wiping away a tear of joy as she points out that I'm a slob.
" Whatever" I crudely remarked
There was a strained silence that came and it can't stay long remembering the second step. Don't let it be awkward
" So do you want to eat? Or maybe watch a movie? I have tons like Cabin in the woods, 300, The Midnight Meat train. Or would you like to chill here for a while and admire my cleaning or do you want to go shopping?" I spoke very quickly but why the actual fuck did I say the shopping part?
She bursted into laughing again. I don't know why but I do know I'm failing miserably.
" Just when did Luke became so nervous?" She hysterically laughed. At least I'm entertaining her, aren't I?
" I'm still full and you do realize that all your movies end bloody right? You know how scared I am with gory gruesome movies. Don't you have movies like Fifty First Dates or The Last Song or something? And no Luke, I don't want to go shopping" She chuckled again
" No I don't have the Filthy First Dates or The Last Strong"
" It's Fifty and Song. "
Admire her look. I almost forgot
" Oh um, that blue jeans look good at you with that matched brown cardigan and white sleeveless shirt. The close shoes you're wearing looks... Makes every girl envious." I stammered
She looked at me with an astounded look and frowned. Oh god, what did I do now?
" Luke, can I ask you something?" She questioned, her eyes never leaving mine. I began to worry, no. Scared. I nodded slowly
" Are.. You, you know... Gay?" She drawly asked
" What?! NO! I'm not! What the hell gave you the idea?"
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Mr. Right ღ Harry and Luke fan fic ღ
FanfictionAll you need to know is that this is a Harry and Luke fan-fiction. All rights reserved. *Summary on the first page*
