All of Me

All of Me ~ Luke Hemmings ~ Nine

I woke up next to Luke. He was laying on his stomach close to me, his arm draped over my chest. I quickly think back to what happened last night, and how for the first time in a long time, I actually felt genuinely happy. But I was also ridiculously scared. What had come over Luke last night? Why did he suddenly seemed interested in doing something like that..

I slowly slip away from the pressure of Luke's arm and make my way to my suitcase, grabbing a hoodie and a pair of tights before heading to the washroom to take a shower. I quietly turned on music from my phone, not wanting to wake Luke, and Nirvana started playing. I step into the shower after disgaurding my clothes in the corner and begin my usual routine of washing my hair and body and all that. I quietly sing along to Kurt Cobain, not really caring to match his pitch and I close my eyes, just letting the water wash over my body. I didn't realize how tense I actually was until I was separated from Luke. It seemed that he washed away the memory of any pain I had, but only temporarily. I know that Luke and being here on tour with everybody was helping me move on from my parents, but the pain was still there. My mom was literally the sweetest woman I've ever known. Maybe that's bias because she was my mom, but I honestly have never met anyone more nice or beautiful than her; and my father was the high school heart throb, making him incredibly good looking, even in his forties, still a full head of dark hair, hardly fading. He was so good at everything, sports, guitar, math, and everything else. I almost felt like there was nothing he couldn't do. I missed them both so much and I would give everything I had to see them again.

When I started crying, I knew that today was going to be a bad day. So I wipe my tears and turn off the water, grabbing two towels to dry myself off. I take my time, and get dressed slowly, not bothering with my hair or makeup, not worth putting the effort into it, it took too much energy.

After I got dressed, I brush my teeth and make my way out to the room to put my dirty clothes in a hamper and walking into the kitchen to see Luke bending in front of the mini fridge. His chest bare and a pair of boxers hanging loosely on his waist.

"How long have you been up?" I ask, sitting on my knees in front of the coffee table, watching as Luke walks over with a carton of orange juice and two plastic cups setting them down.

"Not that long, five minutes maybe." He shrugs, filling up the glasses and he pushes one over to me. I nod and grab the cup in between my sweater paws, although I didn't need to hide my scars (Luke already knew about hem and we've had conversations about it before), I chose to because it still made me insecure.

"What's up with you?" He asks, like he usually did. I just shrug and take a small sip of my orange juice.

"Not much," I mumble, placing the glass down and playing with the sleeves of my old hoodie.

"I like that." Luke says after a moment of silence. I snap my head up to look at him to see him smirking at my neck. I stare at him confused for a second before I remember and reach up to touch the tender skin under my ear, blushing and pulling my hair over my shoulder to cover it. Luke chuckles and reaches over to move the hair I had just placed on my shoulder, exposing my bruised skin.

"Why hide it? It looks pretty hot to be honest. Plus, Michael isn't around to say anything." He says smirking and I blush even more at his words. He just chuckles and chugs down the rest of his orange juice, then pouring himself another glass.

"You're getting really quiet again..." Luke says after we sat in a long comfortable silence. I look up at him, his eyes were narrowed at me.

"No I'm not?" I whisper, my voice cracking at the end. I feel my eyes dampen and I get hit with a wave of grief.

"Lilah... You know you can talk to me.." He says softly, slowly reaching across the table to put one of his hands on top of mine. I pull away though, not in the mood to be touched.