Doctor. Hemmings //5sos//L.H

3_ 'Fake lip ring. Not cool'

~6 days later~
~Eleanor's P.O.V~

I put my shoes on and make my way downstairs.

"Where are you going?" My mom's voice scares me. I gasp holding on to the wall.
I swear I sometimes I feel like a 60 year old woman with heart problems.
"Mom, I'm old enough. Don't ask." I snap, grab my keys and run to the car.

I've been waiting since Friday last week to see Luke today. It's all I could think about all week.

Luke...

The ride is short, blasting music through the speakers at 7.

I asked my mom to reschedule our session, so it's now at 7. He usually leaves at 7:30.

I get to the building, taking 2 steps at a time.
"Eleanor Davis" I tell the receptionist, her name is Lauren Irwin. I can't believe I just noticed the name tag.
"Doctor Hemmings is free. Walk in" she says pointing at his door. "Thank you" I smile politely making my way to his office.

I knock on the door and open it , what I see behind it causes me to catch my breath and feel a little light headed.

Luke having the sleeves of his button up , rolled up. Showing every curve and muscle if his perfectly toned body. Also a silver lip ring , catching the light.

"Omg, well this is awkward." His eyes snap up my direction, and he instantly covers his mouth.

I close the door and walk towards him , slowly taking his hand of his mouth.
He rolls his eyes , and takes the ring off.
It takes me a minute to realize it's actually fake.

"I was just trying it out. Don't judge" he pouts , dropping the fake lip ring on his desk.
"I wasn't, it just looked good on you." I complement. My fingers still tracing his lips.
I cover my mouth in embarrassment , mentally face palming myself.

I'm touching my therapist lips , and complemented him.  Okay , now I need a therapist.

"Really?" He asks , his tone a bit over exited.
"Yeah. Mostly with the skinny jeans , ripped t-shirt and red flannels you wear." I joke , taking a seat on the couch.

"Well you don't expect me to always wear suits?" He grins , walking towards me and sitting next to me.
"Well no, but not from 'here take candy' to 'i write songs about my broken heart and punk rock shit'." He burst out laughing. His laugh music to my ears.

The butterflies erupting in my stomach again.

"In my defense, I rock that look" he snaps , sounding more like Regina Gorge than himself.
"Yeah okay." I roll my eyes , giving him a side smile.
"So what kind of boring questions are you going to ask today?" I ask, crossing my arms above on my chest.
"Non, I told you. You don't need a therapist. We can watch a movie if you want?" I raise my eyebrow, a grin on his beautiful face.

"Sure?" I ask, scared that he might get in trouble.
"Yeah , there's no one here but me. Anyways they can't say anything. "He says , standing up and walking towards the huge flat screen tv.
"Mm-mm okay I guess."
"Movie in mind?"
"Not really. Just anything that doesn't involve intense, gross ,murder." He chuckles lightly. Turning around, his eyes locking with mine.
"Nightmares?" He mocks.
"No, just had dinner. Don't need to throw it up." He laughs, before turning his attention towards the tv again.He turns on the screen and leaves the room.

I sit there just thinking about him.
He's just so perfect, like physically.

His face looks like it's been crafted by gods and his body , drawn by Picasso. His pearly white teeth, blinding and his deep blue eyes , so calming.