Him . Luke Hemmings

Chapter Thirty Two

Isla's POV

"It's five o clock and we haven't done anything all day Luke, we're going on an adventure!" I said hauling him off his arse that was on the bed and had been all day.

"But I'm jet lagged," He whined and I snorted. I chucked his leather jacket at him and when he saw it he winked at me but I just rolled my eyes.

"Bullshit. It is literally impossible for you to be jet lagged Luke, you haven't been on a plane for like a month," I said bitterly and he held his hands up in defence. I looked at my outfit and pouted not knowing what was missing, it looked plain. 

"Here," Luke said shrugging his jacket off and slipping it over my shoulders, it was the perfect item but he needed it and I had my own leather jacket.

"Fucking hell we look identical," I snorted again looking at our reflections and Luke shrugged taking another picture of us, I posed this time in a stupid way as Luke laughed at me. It was a cute picture not going to lie. "I guess that's going in your groupchat with the guys as well is it?"

"Huh? No I put it on twitter," Luke said and I met his eyes in sheer terror. Fuck.

"No you didn't, no Luke! Please say you didn't, it's bad enough that Crystal put me on hers and tagged you guys in it on mine but please don't say you've put it up? They'll attack me," I whined and Luke laced his fingers through mine looking into my eyes with a sweet smile. Fuck that smile of his, it could make me jump off a cliff.

"I did it Isla and they'll be fine, I told them that you make me happy, that's all," He said and I sighed looking down feeling a shaky breath leave my lips. Why was I so nervous about this? Well because I have been on the receiving end and watching your favourite admit they're in a relationship is heart breaking, sure you're happy for them because they found somebody who made you happy but if you're a fan like I was you'll have that nagging in the back of your brain wishing it was you. I know for a fact that some fans (Bella especially) wouldn't and couldn't ignore that nagging for much longer and they would send hate constantly in hopes it would drive the couple apart and leave a space for them to slip in, obviously that like never happens and if it did it would be pretty fucked up but you get what I'm trying to say. I don't want to be that girl on Luke's Twitter. But at the same time my heart swelled that I was that girl on Luke's Twitter, I know for a fact that he doesn't do that often and he knows I know because he understands our situation now that I've been honest. I blushed as I looked up at him and his cheeky smile again and caved, who wouldn't? It's Luke Hemmings after all.

"Ok, I'll just turn all my notifications off," I said but he snatched my phone away telling me he'd do it for me. He swiftly slipped my phone into his pocket and I just rolled my eyes at him slipping my shoes on quickly so that we could leave.

"Now where are we going on this adventure of yours?" He asked and I smiled at him kissing him sweetly and bringing my purse and him out of the door. 

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"Tah dah!" I screamed obnoxiously as Luke and I arrived at the dock side. I beamed at him and he chuckled at me taking a picture of me before I could protest and he wrapped his arm around me to look at the view.

"This place is beautiful Isla, just like you," He cheesily said and I groaned loudly in his arms pushing away from him a little.

"It was such a nice moment and you ruined it with your cheesiness," I told him crinkling my nose up and he smiled weirdly at me causing me to roll my eyes at him and lace his fingers through mine so that I could drag him to the museum. "I love this place," I said with a small sigh and bit my lip. As the actual view came into view Luke let out a content sigh and I looked up at him cheerily, "It looks even better at night," I told him and he smiled at me. 

"Why this place so special to you?" He asked as we lent on the railings together looking out at the docks with the ship in the middle.

"I know this might sound weird but this was the first proper city I came to and it's always stuck with me. When I was around seven my Mum signed me up to this modelling agency thing and they managed to get me a job at the museum, they paid me £60 to have my hair and makeup done to make me look ill and I just had to look around and follow this stick thing in front of a green screen. I was part of the museums history thing about all of these kids sailing from America on a ship and getting ill and stuff so I was part of a gallery piece! Me!" I grinned absolutely chuffed with my history of the place and Luke's hand found it's way into my hair I smiled as he ran his hands through it and he brought me close to his chest for a cuddle.

"I don't know why you're so surprised that they accepted you, you're fucking beautiful Isla," I blushed heavily and lent back from his tight grasp to meet his eyes.

"Anyway, I went back home and I remember writing about it in my diary in primary school and I didn't shut up about it for about a year, oh my God! And after the shoot, me, my dad, my cousin and my nan all went shopping in the big centre and I hadn't taken my makeup off. It was hilarious, I looked so malnourished almost every single mother came up to ask me if I was ok and I had to convince them it was makeup," I giggled and I watched the smile grow on his face as he heard me laugh. I covered my face and lent into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head sweetly.

"I don't care how many times I have to say it before it gets through to you, but you're beautiful Isla,"