Kink // Luke Hemmings [COMPLETED]

-Chapter 35-

A/n: THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME. I LOVE YOU ALL. Also, I have a few really exciting (wink wink) chapters planned and currently in the works so I'm working my hardest to get you all up to that point so apologies if these chapters are slow/fast or boring!! OH AND YOUNGBLOOD IS SO FUCKING GOOD- If these Walls could talk and ghost of you fuCK ME UPPP x

It was my last day with him. I didn't want to believe I had to leave him again.

"Happy Valentine's day." Luke cheered while shoving pancakes into his face.

"Wait? What?" I asked confusedly, looking into Luke's beautiful blue eyes. "I didn't get you anything! I completely forgot I'm so sorry, baby."

"Hey, don't worry about it, Princess. Remember last year? We got into that big fight?" He rejigged my memory, bringing me back to that moment.

"Oh my god, that means we've been dating for at least a year!" I squealed, changing the subject.

"Happy over-1 year anniversary, Princess!" He smiled, putting his fork down and getting up to hug me. As much as I love his hugs, there was something weird about it.

"I'm leaving soon," I said in a sad tone, bringing down the joyous tone. He let go of me and frowned.

"Thanks, babe, love you too." He rolled his eyes and went back to his food. I didn't mean to upset him, it was just the first thing I thought of. In all honesty, I didn't want to go home. It was so fun to be on tour with the boys.

"I'm sorry. I love you," I dragged the 'u' and took a seat across the counter to him. Over one year, wow. I remember the first time we met. "Do you remember when we met?" I said, voicing my thoughts.

"Wasn't I drunk?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, I helped you into the bedroom." I laughed back at the memory even though at the time it was horrific.

Luke's eyes were droopy as he stumbled into our family home. Amy was complaining to him, clearly unaware that he wasn't taking in a single word she said. My grip on Luke's shoulder's tightened as we got to the staircase.

"Amy, how the fuck are we gonna get him up the stairs?" I whisper-yelled at my idiotic sister. When I said 'we' I really meant me. In fact, Amy wasn't even touching him. She shrugged and walked into the kitchen. I scoffed and looked at the stranger I was clinging on to.

"Hi, Amy's sister." Luke dragged out the 'r' as he tilted his head at me. I rolled my eyes and began our ascent up the stairs. His body weighed me down but we both somehow managed to coordinate our selves up the steps. I knew my parents had already heard our racket, but it wasn't my fault. It was Amy's boyfriend. She invited him here. She got him drunk. She didn't help me.

I took Luke into Amy's room, letting himself flop down on the bed. He groaned loudly and I quickly hushed him, racing over and putting my hand over his mouth. Of course, he didn't like this so he licked the palm of my hand. Then it was my turn to groan. He mocked me and shushed me. I laughed because what else could I do? Kick him out of my sister's bedroom? I think not.

"You okay, princess?" Luke asked me, making the memory fade. I swallowed hard but nodded anyway. "I can't believe you have to leave so soon." His lips formed a frown. Don't cry. I nodded slowly as I turned my back on him. I couldn't look him in the eyes without already missing him. I made myself busy by stealing the seat Luke was previously in and taking my phone out. After scrolling through a few awfully posed Instagram photos, a familiar pair of arms gently wrapped around me from behind, which was tricky because I was sat down.