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

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(2 weeks later. June 1)
Eleanor's P.O.V

"Can I ask you something?" I turn around facing Luke as he drives us to his office.

"Yeah sure.." he says hesitantly, sending a glance my way.

"Why are you picking me up for your sessions?"

"Do you want me to lie?"

"No"

"Then because I enjoy your company.  And I get to see you for a few extra 40 minutes. 20 minutes there , 20 minutes back." I feel the butterflies come back to life in my stomach.

"Really?" I ask , not really believing him.

"Yeah why would I lie to my future wife?" He grins, color slowly rising in my cheeks.

"Okay..." I say , before thinking of a comeback."Wait I still didn't agree on marriage. We still need to go out first."

"So like a date?"

"Yeah a date.." I trail off , feeling my cheeks turn crimson.

"Are you using reverse psychology on me?"

"What?"

"Saying we need to go out , so I can ask you out?"

"No. I didn't even know that was a thing. And I'm not going to marry someone that I haven't known for long." I state , wanting more than anything hear him ask me out.

"True."

"And you want us to get married." I say sarcastically, both of us chuckling lightly, his eyes slightly catching mine before snapping back towards the road.

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"So the girl practically slaps him on the face and he sits there pouting like a puppy." Luke says, his laughter and mine filling up the room.

We've been talking for the past hour about our friends and lives. And it seems like his life is way more interesting than mine.

After we both calm down , he wipes the corners of his eyes , filled with tears of laughter.

"Do you want water or beer?"

"I don't know, water " I answer, feeling slightly nervous at how close we are.

I'm sitting crossed leg , and his hand is on my knee , drawing small circles on my skin.

I've gotten used to us being so close , but it still doesn't calm down the sound of my racing heartbeat.

He stands up , leaving the room to grab the drinks, giving me enough time to recollect myself.

He walks back in , a bottle of water and a beer in hand.

"Hey so I was ...." he gets cut off by his phone ringing.

"Hi.
-okay..
-What?
-Now?
-Why didn't you tell me before?
-Okay.." he hangs up , dropping his phone in his pocket.

I stare at Luke , confused by the small parts out of his conversation.

"Elly I have a show in a club with my Rock  band. Would you like to come since we still have an hour or so ?" He asks, hurriedly, with a nervousness laced in his voice.

He scratches the back of his his neck, while I take in what he just said.

Luke, as in Dr.Hemmings is in a band, a rock band.

That explains the ripped jeans , the flannels, the lip ring and the smirk from hell.

"Yeah, why not?" I shrug it off , hiding the excitement bursting inside me.