Happen in a Heartbeat - Ricky Wilson fanfic

Chapter Five

A.N

Okay, this chapter skips back to focus on Luke and Molly's relationship, to explain a few things. Hope you enjoy it!

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Let's be different. Let's stand out. What's the point of fitting in when we can be so different, so individual, and be ourselves. Life is exciting, so why follow the rules? Why should we always have to do what people say is right, and fear what people say is wrong? Is there such a distinction between right and wrong?

Life needs to be explored. But I can't explore by following the rules and doing what everyone wants. I can't explore by following the crowd and never being myself. I explore by going against the conventions, and becoming someone different. I become myself.

Just infatuated with love.

'Infatuated' is such a disgusting word. I've never liked it. It doesn't sound pretty, even though the idea of being overtaken with love is so thrilling and exciting and new. And perfect. But 'infatuated' isn't perfect. It's messy and clumsy sounding. Maybe that was what our love was - messy, clumsy, desperate. Maybe that was all we had. But it was the best thing I had ever felt.

'You're different,' he said, smiling. His sky blue eyes lit up, shimmering under the dim neon lights of the bar.

He was adventure of a lifetime. Thrilling, new, dangerous. Him, a university graduate, me, an eighteen year old, still in school. I knew I shouldn't have been doing it. But I liked adventures. What was the point of staying on the safe side when you could have so much fun by veering away from the crowd and what people expected? He was the best adventure.

'You turn up to a bar, and sit buried in a book. You wear dresses that nobody else could pull off. You... are just you.' His lips are soft against mine, his hands around my waist. 'And you're not even afraid to be you.' He whispers.

I was. I was very, very afraid. I was afraid of where this would take me. Terrified of what I was going to do next. My heart was racing, pounding in my head.

And he was just... stunning. I'd never seen anyone like him. His deep brown hair was neat, but his clothes screamed that he was some sort of city hipster. His face was angular, full of shadows and mystery in the darkened bar. He smelled exotic and exciting.

And somehow, the next morning, I woke up in his bed.

Girls like me didn't get men like him. Girls like me lived alone until they were thirty and then gave up on the idea of love and got fifteen cats. We would become addicted to cups of tea and bottles of wine, and our best friends would always be our books. Girls like me didn't wake up in bed with the man of their dreams, knowing that this wasn't the last time they would see them - knowing they weren't just a one night stand. They slept in a bed full of cats.

'Crap.' Luke's voice came from next to me. 'Jesus, I can't be late for my first day at work.'

I groaned, covering my eyes from the harsh light. 'What time is it?' I asked, slowly opening my eyes.

'Eight.' He answered, but the harshness from his voice had gone. He had a smile. 'I wish I could miss it.'

I smiled back, and then realised. It was Monday. The first day back at school. If I missed any more days, they would kick me out, and I was sure that would go down like a rock in the black sea - fast and badly. I slid out of the bed and put last night's clothes on. The dress wasn't exactly to the school's dress code, and I knew I would get sent straight to the office. I groaned, realising I would just have to cope with it. I ran my hands through my hair and tied it back, before walking into the bathroom where Luke was getting ready.