Demons (hemmings au)

Twelve

The next time I wake up it is completely dark inside my room except for the light coming from the television. I try to move so I can look at my phone and see what time it is but I realize I cannot breathe. For a second I think that the cold is worse than I thought and it’s closing up my lungs but then I feel some hair on my chin.

Looking down I see a 6’4” boy laying on my chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as if scared I am going to leave him if he doesn’t keep me close. “Luke,” I groan. As much as I would love to lay here and savor this moment I feel like if I don’t get Luke off of me soon he will smother me to death. 

“Luke, wake up,” I say a little louder, I start to struggle trying to get out of his arms but his grip just tightens. “Oomf,” I groan, just deciding to lay here and die. 

“Why are you leaving?” Luke mumbles into my side, burying his head into the crook of my arm. I can’t help but laugh at how adorable he looks, and be happy that he has finally loosened his grip so I can breathe. “Oh gosh, do you have to throw up again?” he asks, suddenly sitting up and looking at me with worry etched in his face.

“No, I just couldn’t breathe. You were kind of on top of me,” I chuckle, sitting up and leaning up against my headboard. 

“Oh, sorry about that I guess I was kind of tired. How do you feel?” Luke asks quietly, raising his hand up to rub the back of his neck as he bites his bottom lip like he is embarrassed. 

“Um well I’m pretty hungry,” I answer after thinking about his question. I actually feel a lot better so maybe whatever I had was just a twenty-four hour thing. After not being able to hold anything down for the last day I am starving come to think of it. 

“Well let’s make some food,” Luke grins, becoming excited as he hops up from the bed. 

“Can’t we just order out? I’m not really a big cook,” I reply, my family and I always order out. We just never really take the time to cook a home made meal, and if we do it is a special occasion. 

“I’ll make it,” Luke winks, running from my room and down the stairs. I sigh but follow after him, a little slower, my energy still being gone from the sickness. I think about changing into some actual clothes but decide to just stay in my pajamas; I do put my hair into a better looking ponytail though as I make my way down to the kitchen. 

“Alright, what do you want me to make?” Luke asks, as he starts looking through the refrigerator for food. He brings out a can of Coke and hands it to me as I sit down at a barstool, behind the counter overlooking the kitchen. “You need to drink Coke after being sick, it helps you,” Luke explains as I look at him with confusion. 

“Uh huh,” I nod, raising my eyebrow at him as I open the Coke and take a sip, “well one thing you need to know about me is that spaghetti is my favorite meal,” I shrug. Luke grins and nods his head, going towards the fridge and getting some hamburger meat out, numerous vegetables, and grabbing some noodles from my pantry. 

“Where’s your pots and stuff?” he asks, completely into what he is doing. I point to the cabinet that houses the unused kitchen appliances and watch as Luke gets them out and starts to prepare the dish. 

“How do you know how to do all of this stuff?” I ask in awe as I watch Luke cut up the vegetables and add it to the already cooking hamburger meat. I’ve just never pictured Luke as a chef. 

“I don’t know, my parents used to work a lot so I cooked and took care of my sister before she die….I mean left,” Luke answers after a few seconds, turning to look at me with wide eyes as he becomes aware of what he just told me. I want to ask more about it, but I know that he isn’t ready to talk about his past with me yet.