You look down at your almost-empty plate, then at your family. Your sibling has already got up and left, claiming that they have work to do. Your Dad is already clearing away, as if he’s forgotten you. You hate evenings when your Mum is at work. No-one talks to each other, as if she’s taken all the family spirit away with her. But this was just one of those things that you had to learn to live with.
Having finally finished your meal, you retreat upstairs to your poster-covered room.
You pick up your phone, praying that someone has texted you, because you could really use some company right now. A smile breaks through the storm clouds of your face when you see his name on your screen. Luke Hemmings, the one person you needed right now. Whenever you were down, Luke had always been there, the one person that you could rely on to cheer you up. Luke had always been there for you from the start. The pair of you had met in primary school, right back in kindergarten when he stood up for you after the bully had thrown your sandwiches in the dirt. Luke had pushed him into the dirt to join your sandwiches and then promptly shared his own lunch with you. The two of you had been inseparable ever since.
Jerking yourself back to reality, you open Luke’s message.
‘Second day home and I'm bored. Anything interesting happening at your end?’
You bite your lip, choosing your words carefully. ‘Not much – Mum’s working so my family currently does not exist.’
Luke’s reply buzzes through instantaneously. ‘I’ll be right over then :)’
You let out a small squeal and jump for joy. Luke had been on tour with 5 Seconds Of Summer for the past three weeks and had only got back home yesterday. Although the pair of you had managed to Skype once a week around the awkward time difference, what with you being in Australia and him being in the UK, it just hadn't been the same as talking to him in person. He'd never managed to stay for very long, because one of the boys would constantly interrupt you, or because one of you needed to sleep, or because he had to go off and do something.
You glance out of your window. You’ve got about an hour and a half, maybe more until the sun sets fully and you know it’ll only take Luke five minutes to get to your house as he lives two streets away from you.
Downstairs, there’s a knock on the door and you hear your Dad getting up to answer it. Damn, Luke must have run fast. You giggle at the thought of Luke trying to run in his skinny jeans.
“Gianna!” Your Dad calls. “Luke’s here for you!”
You bound down the stairs, grinning broadly. When you get to the door, you understand how Luke managed to get to your house so fast. He leans on his bike, doing his best to look cool and not fall over, smiling lazily at you. “You rang for an escape?”
You frown. “I believe it was you who texted me first,”
“I know,” He sighs. “I just wanted to say it.”
“You’re adorable, Lukey,” You smile, going on your tip toes and ruffling his hair. A flush creeps over his cheeks and you feel yourself blush.
You’d always loved Luke in a brotherly sort of way, but recently those feelings have changed. You;ve started to notice the little things about Luke: his laugh, how bright his smile is, how happy he makes you, that warm feeling you get inside when he hugs you, the way he chews on his lip ring when he's nervous and how lost you feel without him by your side. Does he feel the same way about you?
“Dad, I’m going out! I’ve got my phone!” You call, shutting the door behind you.
Luke follows you round to the garage, where you drag your bike out. You swing a leg over and sit on your bike, placing your right foot on the pedal and your left on the ground. “So, Luke, where are we going?”
You and Luke cycle through the deserted streets, laughing loudly as you race down the long, flat roads. There’s a kind of freedom that comes with cycling the empty streets, and you love it. You feel like you’ve escaped the vast chasm of emptiness that eats away at you when you’re at home, and that happiness is further enhanced by the ball of energy and laughter that you call Luke Hemmings.
After a while, the pair of you wheel your bikes into the carpark by the beach. What with it being Sunday evening, it's completely deserted, just the way you and Luke like it. You sprint across the sand, heading straight for the waves, shouting, “Last one there smells!”
Naturally, you beat Luke to the water. He cups his hands and splashes water all over you, making you shriek loudly. Before you know it, a full-scale water fight has taken place and you're both soaked, Luke's quiff having collapsed the moment you managed to get his hair wet and your own brown hair slaps you in the face whenever you turn. Offering you his hand, Luke leads you out of the water and slings an arm around your shoulder as he takes you to the one place where the pair of you always go: the rocks at the side of the beach.
After Luke gives you a leg up, you scramble over the rocks until you reach your spot. It was a small circle of rocks that once you climbed them, you were able to see right across the waves and the beach. You perch on top of your usual rock, admiring the sunset as it kisses the water, bathing your surroundings in a golden glow and silhouetting the trees that border the beach.
After much swearing, Luke scrambles onto the rock and sits next to you. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. He puts an arm around your shoulders, and you can’t help but notice how your stomach clenches with nerves and how your heart begins to beat that little bit faster.
“Gi, are you happy?” Luke asks softly.
“Now, or in general?” You reply.
“Either,” He shrugs.
“Now, I’m happy because I’m with you,” You smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes to find him staring at you. “In general, no-one’s really ever truly happy for the entirety of their life, are they?”
He smiles. “I want to make you happy, Gianna, I really do. I want to make you happy for the rest of your life. I guess, maybe, what I’m trying to say is that will you let me make you happy?”
You laugh at his awkwardness, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach as your brown eyes meet his blue ones. “That makes no sense. Lukey, what are you trying to say?”
“Gianna, will you be my girlfriend?”
You nod and he leans in to kiss you, keeping both of his hands clinging to the top of the rock, doing his level best not to fall off – it’s happened before. You stay on the rock, watching the sun go down until it has set completely.
The pair of you cycle home slowly, hand in hand, and you can’t stop smiling.
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