Insomnia - luke hemmings

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S U M M E R

The room is spinning, along with my head. Luke is laying with me in the grass, and we're drunk happy. Our hair is messy, jeans grass stained, eyes crinkled in laughter—and it's just us.

Somehow we're both very drunk and I don't quite remember how. The party was a bore so we left early, Uber to Luke's with a stollen bottle of Hennessy. So here we are now, the ground, a mess.

"Summmmmmmmer."

"Luuuuuuuuuke."

We sing each other's names.

"Summer. Summer... Summer is a season. Summer." He slurs.

I giggle. "Oh no, I don't like summer very much." I frown. My mind is trying to think straight but all I can do is continue on with my silly words.

Luke looks at me like I'm stupid. "You're silly Summer. How can you not like yourself."

"It's actually really easy Luke." I breathe excitement filling my eyes. I clap my hands and sit up. Black dots spot through my vision but I ignore it and continue on with my explanation. "Just point out your flaws, that must be hard though you don't have any. But for a girl like me it's verrrry easy."

"But you're perfect." He seems to be getting more sober, but not me. I'm livid off of the alcohol. "Don't hate yourself."

I laugh. "Luke it's easy to put an image out for yourself. Easy. Underneath it all is just plain old me. Ugly hair, ugly body, ugly person." I gasp. "Luke I'm a terrrrrible person." I'm telling myself stop but I just can't.

He caresses my face and smiles at me. Luke leans in and kisses my forehead. "All those things are wrong. So wrong."

Tears form in my eyes, I'm no longer happy. It's because he lied. He lies. My family lies. Everyone lies. "Please don't be like them." I whimper in emotional pain. I feel the first tear roll down my cheek and hit the top of my lip.

Luke's eyebrows furrow in confusion. He doesn't know. "Summer, what are you talking about honey?"

Honey.

I wipe at my tears and go back to smiling. "It's alright, I'm alright. J-just don't lie Luke. Never lie." The eye contact is awkward so I sit up. My mind begins to sober up and I realize that I've fucked up but all I want to do is sleep, something that doesn't come often.

I turn to Luke and I see him thinking. "Can I spend the night." I ask shyly. "Please."

He looks at me and bites his lip. "As long as you promise to stay in my room and not get out until morning. My mum would freak out." His accent is quick to catch. Luke stands up, grabbing me as well.

We leave behind the Hennessy and climb the steps to the front door. He opens it softly revealing the pitch black home. Luke let's out a sigh at kicks off his combat boots, I follow his moves as he climbs the stairs and leads up to his tiny room.

"You have some sweats I can borrow, yeah?" I mention.

"Mhm." He hums back passing me just a big old t-shirt that doesn't even look to fit him. "I'll turn around."

I change quick, not trusting Luke's eyes nor the dark room. The T-Shirt lingers below my butt, but it's fine. I stumble into his twin sized bed, realizing we'll have to squeeze.

Luke gets in bed with a hoodie and sweats. And he's so large and we're just closer then ever. I make the first move and turn, throwing a leg onto his body and letting a hand lay across his chest. I sigh. "Thank you."

Luke pulls me in and places a peck to my forehead. "I need to tell you something Summer."

"Anything Luke." Even though I've told him nothing. How unfair.

"I have insomnia. And basically... I don't sleep."

I stare up at the boy in awe. He knows at his lip ring and plays with the tips of my hair. "Funny thing Luke." I snuggle into him and close my eyes. "I have insomnia too."

an: Luke's 22 and I'm legit crying. I remember when he was turning 18 and I thought life was over bc I don't want them to grow up. But I'm so proud of all the boys and what they've done with the band. ❤️