Heaven || luke hemmings [HIATUS]

Chapter 7

"Parties aren't even my thing." I mumble to myself as I stand In front of my mirror. I don't wear anything flashy, just my normal attire of skinny jeans and a plain hoodie. How does Luke always manage to pull me into this shit?

Apparently, one of Ashton's friends are throwing a party at their frat house and the boys are going, and of course Luke had to persuade me into going. Luke was a master with words, but it usually held my ground well. Not this time, considering I'm going to a party on a Wednesday night, the last thing I would ever think of doing. My anxiety and other issues kind of controlled how much social time I allowed myself to have, but it excluded parties fully.

Luke and I wasted away time doing nothing but watching re-runs of old TV shows until he said we should start getting ready, which I had objected to, but as always, Luke wins. I don't even know how I got looped into this whole party thing, but Luke managed it, which drives me insane. It's not fair how much power he has over me and my decisions, anxiety or not.

If I'm going to this party I might as well look good so I draw on a thin line of black eyeliner I had laying on my bathroom counter along with a little mascara and blush, nothing too extraordinary but my murky hazel eyes popped out a little more than they usually did. They looked brighter than usual and a lot less cloudy. I leave my hair down, cascading in lose waves over my shoulders and I leave my nerd glasses on. I figured since there are going to be loads of drunk college morons at this frat party I should leave them on. That way all the guys will go for the hot girls and I might have a possibility of getting left alone. I really hope that's the case.

After a few more minuets of contemplating wether or not I like my appearance I decide I look alright and just by that time I receive a message from Ashton saying they were outside my house to pick me up. I pad downstairs and make my way to the front door, yet again not bothering to check up on my probably high mother.

I slam the door shut behind me and shove my hands deep into my jean pockets. The air is a lot colder than I remember. But, then again, I haven't actually been outside all day. Ashton's car is waiting right before my driveway as promised and I hurry down, my feet scraping the concrete.

"Hey, guys." I say once I get inside the car, trying to sound a little bit enthusiastic, but I fail.

"Hey, Vi." Ashton is the first to greet me. He wears his signature smile, as always.

I try to smile back at Ashton through the tiny car mirror, but I'm distracted by a Luke Hemmings. His quiff is higher than usual. I was already skeptical about Luke's hair being able to go any higher, but looks like he proved me wrong again. His torso is covered by a dark red flannel that looks just a little bit wrinkled, but not too wrinkled. It's wrinkled just enough to give him the 'punk rock' look, I guess. Then he has his ripped skinny jeans which make his legs look even longer than they were, somehow. It's not fair that even Luke has better legs than me, it's just not fair.

"Luke, you do realize your hair is higher than my self estime, right?" I laugh, clicking my seatbelt into place as Ashton speeds off onto the street.

"You left your glasses on." A ghost of a smile passes Luke's lips as he catches sight of me wearing my nerd glasses, ignoring my comment about his quiff.

"Yeah, I did." I shrug.

"They look nice." He smiles. His smile looked a bit different, it was more of a nostalgic smile than a genuine one. To be honest, I didn't understand why Luke was so serious about a pair of glasses. But, he seemed to like them so maybe I need to wear them more often if he really does like them that much.

"Since when did you start wearing them again?" Calum shifts in the passenger seat to look at me.

"Since today." I reply.