broken · luke hemmings

Thirteen

"What do you mean you have to leave?' I looked across the table at Hannah, who was gazing at her menu. She took me out to dinner tonight, and now I know exactly why,

"I have to do a photoshoot in Florida, you know I can't get out of this." Hannah, being a photographer, often left. But she has never gone very far away until now.

"So I have to stay home alone?"

She shrugged, moving her long hair over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's just such short notice I haven't had time to ask anyone if you can stay with them." she smirked. "You don't want to stay home alone?"

Honestly, I was scared to. I'm home alone all the time, but sometimes loneliness gave me anxiety or a panic attack.

"No, I'll be fine." I sat up, trying to look mature. She needed to know I was trustworthy.

"Alright, you know the rules." She stared into my eyes, making me uncomfortable. I knew she was hinting about Luke.

"Oh don't worry, we aren't dating." I felt my cheeks get a little hot, thinking about how we kissed two days ago.

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*The next day ooo*

Hannah left a couple of hours ago, and now I was sitting alone in my living room. I was curled up in a blanket and had a cup of tea on the small coffee table. A perfect night for me, sitting on the laptop with music filling the room.

There was a knock on the door, so I paused the music and went over to the door.

"Hello?" I opened it slowly to see a cold, wet blonde boy.

"Hi." Luke smiled at me, slightly shivering.

"What happened?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

"It's raining," He looked at me, "And I wanted to see you."

I started pulling my blanket off and handed it to him. "Don't you have a car?"

"Yes, but it's broken right now." He held the blankets in his hands, looking at me.

"Hey, do you remember when you let me use your sweatpants?"

"Yeah," he smiled shyly. "You looked cute in them."

I stopped, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Oh, uh, thank you. But would you like to change into them?"

He shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

I led him to my room and opened up my dresser, pulling out a few other items until I found his pants. I turned to give them to him, but his eyes were on the floor.

"Oh my god," I handed him his pants and picked up the bra from the floor. "you're acting like you haven't seen a bra before." I shoved it in my laundry hamper and crossed my arms.

He laughed. "Well, I haven't seen yours before."

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a boy." I walked out of the room so he could change.

When he came back, he had my blanket wrapped around him tightly. His hair was slightly ruffled at the front. He sat down on the couch next to me, putting his legs on my lap.

"Are you better now?" I looked over at him, shutting my laptop.

He nodded, scooting closer. He was tired, I could tell. His eyes were round and he had little bags under his eyes.

"Can we go to sleep?" He asked quietly.

"Sure, it you want to." I looked over at him as he stood up, lifting the blanket with him. I didn't notice before, but he was shirtless. Hm...

We walked to my bed room and before I knew it, Luke was in my bed with the comforter up to his chin. I crawled in next to him. He wrapped his arm lightly around my waist.

"Luke," I whispered. "you're wearing bracelets again."

"You noticed?" he said quietly.

"Yeah, I did," I turned over to look at him. "Are you... Still..."

He bit his lip, avoiding my eyes. "I might have."

"But you threw the blade in the trash, I watched." I felt my lips quiver.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Skyler," he looked up to my eyes. "Don't cry, please, you're making me feel worse."

"I'm not crying." I stated, looking down.

"I tried stopping, I really did. But it was too hard," he shook his head. "The urge was so strong."

"I don't want you to do that though." I looked back at him.

He didn't say anything, he just pulled me closer and held me in his arms.

"You don't need to fix me," He whispered. "I don't need to be fixed."