All of Me

All of Me ~ Luke Hemmings ~ Eight

Eh. This was too long to edit so yeah.

*Three weeks later*

I was getting better.

As better as I could get, but I was slowly getting there. Michael said I was talking more than I used to, but I didn't really notice. He also liked to point out that I needed to eat more cause I was loosing weight, fast, but I brushed him off every time, knowing that I actually wasn't. But I was also slowly starting to become more comfortable with my size, and as insecure as I was and always will be, I'm not as bad as I used to be. It felt good to be happy.

"Lilah!" Luke called quietly, and I turned around and blush at his new nickname he had picked up for me. The first few times he called me that, it was weird because I didn't know why he went through the effort, but it gave me butterflies every time he called me it.

"Come over here!" He shouted in a whisper, it was only us awake on the bus, we had just left the states and we're on our way to Europe, where we would spend two of the nine months we had left here. It seemed like barely enough time, and even though I hadn't even wanted to come in the first place, I never wanted to go back now.

"Hush, you're going to wake up Michael. And I don't need to be in trouble for hanging out with you." I whisper, a slight smile growing on my face. Luke and I had grown extremely close, and Michael wasn't very fond of that, but he didn't mind my hanging out with Liz and Ashton. Although, Liz was with Calum now all the time, now that her and Calum were together. They were cute as could be, but I've walked in on too many things now that Liz and I were official roommates. But as long as I didn't actually see anything... I was good.

"But I want to read with you." Luke pouted and I chuckled. That was a thing Luke and I had started, whenever we had time alone, we'd sit together and I'd read to him. It got annoying though after a while, because he'd never read but I didn't mind at the same time, it was relaxing.

I sigh and walk to my book bag, which I had packed just for me, but Luke had found it while snooping through my things and insisted I read to him. We read some classics; The Great Gatsby, To Kill a Mockingbird, and we were in the middle of Beastly. He had insisted we read it after I told him it was one of my favourites, even though it wasn't a classic. Which was what we both agreed on would be the only ones we read together.

We were at the part where Linda and Adrian were on their way to the cottage in the winter, and she was falling asleep on his lap. It was ironic, because as we sat by our window, Luke had his head in my lap and was falling asleep as I read to him, which was something he always did. I continue to read and run my fingers through his hair, which was a new hobby of mine, I did it whenever I had a chance, even if we were just passing by each other, I'd reach over and run my hand through his hair. It was one of my favourite things.

As I read, I let my eyes flicker to his face every now and then. Just to look at him, he was so perfect, it wasn't fair. I stopped reading once I had come to a conclusion that Luke was asleep, but I couldn't blame him. I had been reading for a while now, it was going on one thirty. I smile as I watch him sleep, and trail my fingers down the side of his face, and I riskily move them to the corner of his mouth and I slowly, and shakily took a chance and ran my finger tips over his full lower lip. But snatch my hand away when I saw him smile, and I tug my sleeves down over my hands.

"Why did you stop?" He asked, not opening his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was asking why I had stopped reading, or touching him, so I answer him cautiously.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep.." I whisper, a blush crossing over my face. Luke smiles warmly, and pulls his lip rig between his teeth.

"No," he says softly, "I was listening to you read." He says and reaches up to find my hand that I tangled in his hair again, lacing his fingers with mine before placing our hands on his chest. I chuckle slightly, and he squeezes my hand.