Promise (5sos Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-One

I didn't want to wake up this morning. Not because I didn't want to face everyone else, but because Luke's arms were so warm wrapped around my cold body.

I opened my eyes reluctantly, and stared at the wall in front of me.

I could feel Luke's breath on my neck, he was still asleep.
I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he hugged me tighter.

"Luke." I breathed.

"No." He says, half-asleep.

"I need to get up. I have to pee." I say, hoping that will make him let me go.

He does nothing. He just continues sleeping.

I try to pry his arm from my torso, but it does no good. His legs are tangled up with mine, and I know this is going to take awhile.

"Oh my god, Luke, you are so strong." I choke as he squeezes me tighter, then releases me altogether.

"Thank you." I sigh.

"Come back." He says, without opening his eyes.

Oh my god.

I climb over Luke, who is on the outside of my bunk, and almost trip over him.

I walk to the bathroom and wash my face. Today is the day where I forgive everyone.

I walk back out, noticing that no one else is up. Well, I guess it wouldn't harm anyone if I went back to my bunk with Luke.

"Scoot over." I order.

He rolls over without making a sound.

I cuddle in close with him, becoming the small spoon in our spooning experience.

"Lucas Hemmings, the things I do for you." I say.

I could feel him smile against my neck. "You know you love me."

My heart stops. Oh my god. What if I do?

What if I actually love this boy?

I know I can't, love doesn't exist. But....why does my heart eat faster when I'm around him? Why does it become calm when he talks to me? Why do I always feel safe when he's around? Why do I feel at home?

Why does he make me think of good things all the time? Why can I never get mad at him?

Even when those things happened yesterday, I wasn't mad at Luke. I knew he would eventually tell me what was going on. And he did. How did I know he would?

How do you explain this feeling I get when he's near? Or when someone says his name? Or when he speaks into the microphone at a show? Or when we sing together?

So many emotions.

"Luke?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He breathes into my neck.

"Do you believe in love?" I ask.

He is silent for a moment. "Yes." He answers.

"Why?" I question.

"Because love is a simple thing. It's more than liking someone, but it's less than an extreme feeling that one cannot explain." He says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Love isn't what people make it out to be." He replies.

"I don't think love is as important as people say. I think that it is enjoying something so much, that you can get enough of it. For example, chocolate. If you love chocolate, you want it. A lot. If you love a person, you want to be around them. A lot. If you like a person, you like their traits, or their character. Love is a little bit more than like." He explains.