❝ baby, I don't understand this.
you're changing, I can't stand it.
my heart can't take this damage.
and the way I feel, can't stand it. ❞
or
the one where Luke goes through hell with his boyfriend and Calum makes it bearable.
||CURRENTLY HAVING...
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Saturday
Luke Hemmings was never a fan of the dark. He felt like the dark could swallow him whole. He knows where the fear came from, yet he doesn't want to admit it. Luke's fear of the dark came from the bottom of his heart after years of it decaying in nothing but trauma.
His heart had learned to push his negative thoughts to the back of his mind so he didn't have to deal with it. If he didnt think about it, then maybe it'll go away or in the least fade. His mind was one part smiles and the other hazy memories.
He didn't think there was anything majorly wrong with his life. He had caring parents, a loving boyfriend that he lived with and friends in his classes that he was taking at Uni. But the dark still made him feel like he couldn't breathe.
So when his boyfriend, Jeremy, asked him to walk to the store a couple blocks away to get snacks, Luke was reluctant to agree. Of course though, he couldn't resist the other and ended up walking there anyway. He had his headphones in, full blast and was looking at his feet most of the time. He tried to focus on the music and his shoes splashing the occasional puddle. Silence and the dark was the worst combination. He needed something to focus on so he didn't chew his lip ring off.
He finally reached the corner store, jogging a bit when he saw the eery glow of the neon sign, quickly pushing the door open and stepping inside as calmly as he could. The man at the counter looked up at him, smiling politely. Luke smiled softly and headed towards the back, feeling relieved at the brightly lit aisles. He hummed a song under his breathe, grabbing a few Hostess snacks and a bag of Doritos that Jeremy requested. He went to walk back towards the front, but stopped when he passed the alcohol. The blond contemplated it for a bit, not knowing if he wanted to risk the cheap wine that he knew would get him drunk or just get a different alcoholic drink that tasted better.
"That ones not too bad." Luke jumped when a hand came from no where, the knuckle tapping on the bottle twice. "Shit, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
He looked over his shoulder to the taller male. Luke instantly noticed the tattoo poking out from the white v-neck he was wearing, a leather jacket covering his arms. He was a bit taken aback by the intensity of his brown eyes. They looked into his own with slight amusement and another expression that he couldn't seem to place his finger on.
"U-um, its okay." He said softly, his hand brushing against the others as he grabbed the dark bottle that the stranger recommended, his eyebrow twitching curiously when seeing the few rings the other man had around his big fingers. "Thank you." Luke smiled nervously and turned on his heels back to the cashier.
Luke was usually a pretty awkward person. He didn't know how to handle a lot of social situations unless it was at his job. One of the reasons he chose a serving and a bar tender job was so he could work on his skills. It didn't help much, in all honesty.
He showed the man his ID and paid, taking the plastic bag from the other. "Have a good night." He smiled, walking out the door again. He sighed in annoyance when feeling it start to sprinkle. It wasn't that he minded the rain, he actually loved it. One thing he didn't like was getting his hair wet. We ended up throwing his hood on, deciding that he didn't care much if his fringe got messed up.
