In Too Deep//l.h

Two

"So, this is where we part I guess" I was standing at the end of my road, with Luke. As it turned out, he actually was a genuine guy just wanting a vulnerable girl to get home safe. It both amazed and confused me, but flattered me all the same.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should swap numbers so I know that you get in safely" He had a cheeky gleam in his eye again. So maybe he wasn't completely innocent and angelic, but I kind of enjoyed that. He started to punch his number into my phone as I did the same with his. There was no denying I’d had a good night, and I liked Luke a lot. But the chances of us even speaking again were second to none.

He looked me straight in the eye as we swapped our phones back, his pale lips just forming the words "Call me" as they came out as an intoxicated whisper.

I nodded my head and smiled at him as I walked away, nearing my house. His body was nothing but a darkened shadow walking in the opposite direction now. How would he get home, I wondered to myself as I hauled myself through the door, suddenly crushed by the weight of many nights with little sleep. My eyes glanced at the clock, 3:18. Shit.

I made an extra effort to make as little noise as possible as I padded up the stairs and flopped onto my bed. As soon as my body hit the soft mattress my eyes dragged shut, my mind drifting into the unconscious with thoughts of the boy dressed all in black with the blonde hair and the lip piercing.

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Months had passed since I met Luke that night. We hadn't spoken since. Id gotten on with my life, and I guess he'd gotten on with his- whatever that involved. My memories of him had almost completely faded now, occasionally I’d flick through my phone contacts and scroll pass his number. Each time i saw his name i paused slightly, remembering how we talked about anything and everything on that late walk home. Remembering my promise to call him.

For the first few days I had actually considered calling him, maybe texting him, just to say thank you. But I thought the better of it. He wouldn't want to speak to me, he probably didn't even remember me. So I left it. And the longer I left it, the longer it played on my mind each night before I got to sleep, until his memory was faded but still sitting there, collecting metaphorical dust in the back of my mind- for the first few weeks at least

As I said; my life had carried on, and so, I presumed, had his.

AN; ayoo, sorry this is quite short, i’ll update soon! hope you enjoy :-)) x