You were crying for hours upon hours.
You found yourself leaning back into the wooden frame of you and Luke’s bed, letting the tears fall, without bothering to hide it. Suddenly, you shot your head up, wide-eyed, when you heard footsteps at the end of the hall.
Luke never watched how heavy his footsteps were. You mustered a small smile at his carelessness, considering it was 1:00 AM. Wait… why would he be coming back from “band practice” at 1? Thoughts of Luke with other girls flooded your mind, and before you knew it, your eyes were swamped with tears again.
You got up and walked into Luke’s favourite room - the studio.
"Luke?" You whispered, your voice breaking at the end of the name.
"Yes?" He replied dully.
"Why are you home so late?" You took a small step forward and looked down at the shirt you were wearing… which happened to be just another one of Luke’s obscene t-shirts.
"No reason."
"You said you’d be back at 10…" Your voice was shaking, which brought about the feelings from earlier. Silent tears rolled down your cheeks. Luke quickly turned, picking up on your change of tone.
"I… I don’t…"
"Of course." You rolled your eyes and walked out of the room, finally wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop.
"Maya! Why are you crying? You can’t just burst into tears every single time I come home late. That’s just ridiculous."
"Sorry that I’m upset. I’m so sorry, Luke. I’m sorry that I’m so hard for you to deal with and that I’m oh-so disappointing."
"What the fuck? When did I ever say that? It’s just stupid to sit there and cry because I wasn’t home on time. I can get here whenever the hell I please… this isn’t even your house, Maya.” He stood there waving his arms around, taking two steps forward when you took one back.
"That’s not what it’s about!" You yelled.
"Then what the hell are you going on about now?" Luke bellowed over you.
"Everyone of your fans hates me, first of all - and I’m not enough. Don’t try to tell me I’m wrong this time, and don’t act like I don’t know why you’ve been getting here so late.”
"Why… why do you think? What’s your marvellous reason?" He replied all too rudely, stepping forward to stand only inches in front of you, staring down into your eyes heavily.
"You’re fucking cheating on me! I know you are!" You started beating your fists against his chest, trying to get him away from you. He grabbed your shoulders and shook you.
"I’m not cheating on you. Why the fuck would I cheat on you?”
"Because I’m not the perfect girl that everyone wants you to have!" His grip on you tightened slowly, and all at once you felt pain. Not emotionally… it was definitely Luke’s hands clenched onto your shoulders.
Was he doing that on purpose?
"Luke! You’re hurting me!" He didn’t respond, so you look into his eyes, hoping that he would realise what he was doing… but you noticed his eyes were darker than ever before. You wrenched his arms away and off of your shoulders, and shied away from him. Suddenly you realised how strong he was, and how much bigger than you he was.
"Oh my god.. Maya? I’m so sorry… I don’t know what happened.. and I’m not cheating on you! I mean it… it’s just that.. Cal and I.. we re writing this song.. about you. He was helping me get it just right… and I’ve spent so much time on it, trying to make it perfect for you..”
You turned around, hugging your arms to your chest anxiously. He ran forwards and clutched you to his broad chest, cradling your head in his large hands. All you could hear was murmured “I’m sorry’s”, and “I don’t want you hurt you”. You looked up at him and wiped a single tear from his face with your thumb, and he did the same. He pulled on your hand, leading you back to your bedroom. Once you were both under the covers, with his arms draped over your waist, both of your tears stopped, and you smiled to yourself knowing that you were the happiest you had been in your life.
Written by : harrystyles_girlxx
