Crash || Luke Hemmings

1. luke hemmings

*Luna's POV*

"You're still free tonight, right, babe?"  My blank stare out of the giant, bright window on the wall of the quiet cafe was interrupted by Stephen's words.  I turned my view back towards him and saw that he was quickly typing away on his phone.  His dark eyes looked a little brighter in the light and his dark, short hair was neatly spiked up on the top of his head.  His newly grown facial hair made him look older, older than he already was.  He was only three years older than I, I had just turned twenty, but his wit and wise words made him seem ages older.  After not getting a response from me he looked up from his phone and straight into my eyes.  I blushed slightly from examining him while he wasn't looking but smiled at him anyways.

"Yes, I'm free.  We're meeting at that small little bar on sixth street right?"  I asked curiously, he never had told me what we were doing.

"Right, eight o'clock sharp.  We don't want to keep them waiting."  He announced and smiled as though he was proud of what he had arranged.  Suddenly, I had become excited and curious on what we were doing.

"Can you please tell me what we're doing? You know I absolutely hate surprises."  I pestered, battering my eyelashes, hoping his weakness for eyes was still enough to make him tell me anything.

"Fine, it was supposed to be a suprise but I arranged for us to listen to a possible band for the wedding.  Not some old fashioned one that I would like, but your type of music.  I thought you might like it, Luna."  My stomach suddenly got queezy but I smiled anyways.

Anytime anyone talked about the wedding, I suddenly felt sick.  Me getting married? I'm only twenty years old, I don't even know what I want to do tomorrow.  But I think it was just my indecisive self and my fear of commitment holding me back.  Or at least that's what I had been telling myself.

I had never known what I wanted in my life.  I had never been certain of anything.  I had always feared things that required commitment because knowing me I would change my mind about them.  But everyone around me in my life knew exactly what they wanted.  My best friend, Savanna, was currently in school, studying to be a fashion designer.  Stephen was in school to become a lawyer.  My parents would do anything for me to be sure about something.  But that's not who I was.  I was an unexpected person, but that's what was expected of me so it wasn't a big deal.

Yes, I loved Stephen.  Or at least I thought I did, I don't know.  How do you know if you're in love with someone if you've never been in love before?  I care about him and I would do anything for him but how do I know if I'm truly in love with him.  Our wedding was set for the end of August and it was currently April, it seems so close but so far away too.

"Of course I like it, I love it! Thank you, Stephen.  I'll see there tonight; I'm going to go meet my mother for some shopping."  I announced as I gathered my things from the table.  As I got up from my chair I leaned over towards him and gave him a peck on the lips.  It was a really nice gesture for him to do this tonight.  We were basically opposites but I guess they really do attract.  He liked normal, pop hits music unlike me who liked pop, rock, band kind of music.  I always had ever since I went to a You Me at Six concert when I was fifteen.  I just hoped the band was good enough for my standards.

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"How was your shopping trip today?"  Stephen asked as we met each other outside the small bar like we decided we would.  He wore nice jeans and a black button up shirt while I was wearing a pair of faded ripped jeans and a cut off t-shirt.  I felt like a child next to him but he never seemed to care about our different styles.  He was a couple inches taller than I was, but not my much so I could easily reach his lips to kiss him hello.

"It was a really nice day, I didn't get anything though; just window shopped.  My mother says hello though."  He smiled at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door.  As we walked in, I could immediately smell the alcohol along with a faint stench of cigarette smoke.  The dark lighting in the bar made me begin to squint my eyes and I looked around to find a decent amount of people here but not too many.  "Where's the band at?"

"They should be coming on the stage soon.  They're been a band for about two years I think but they're just now getting popular.  I listened to some of their songs on Youtube and they're actually really good.  I think you'll like them."  I smiled at him, thinking of thoughtful it was for him to do all of this.  He must have taken a lot of time and thought to do this all for me.  "Oh here they come now."

I watched as four guys who looked to be about my age walked onto the small stage.  It was too dark and far way to see their faces.

"Hi guys, we're 5 Seconds of Summer!  We're going to be playing one of our original songs and we hope you like it!"  It all sounded too familiar: the voice, the accent, the name.  I knew it all from somewhere but I didn't realize from where until I saw his face.  There in front of me, guitar in hand, blond hair quiffed up like it always was, wearing a pair of jeans ripped at the knees and a nirvana t-shirt was someone I hadn't seen in two years.

Luke Hemmings.

*Author's Note*

Hi guys! I know this is really really rough but I've never written a story before so....I also know there's probably a ton of mistakes but I thought of this story like two hours ago and just had to write it.  I hope you all like it; please vote I would really appreciate it! Thank youuuuuu :)