shy ; l.hemmings

cinq

 it’s been a week now, and luke and i have been constantly hanging out. every day after school, i’d go to his house and we would write more lyrics to our song ( which is almost done ). luke and i play guitar, so as we come up with lyrics we try to find some music with it. 

we eventually got the tune done, and luke and i are just working on the bridge of the song. 

other than doing our project together, i also helped luke to try not to stutter as much. we would practice it daily. in the beginning, he would try, but he’d get so nervous he’d stutter more than before. 

eventually, he got better and better. he began to just stutter once in one sentence. it wasn’t that much of an accomplishment to him, but to me it was absolutely wonderful to his friends and family. i am glad that i am able to help luke with this sort of thing. like calum said, he doesn't open up to anyone but the guys and his family. i was pretty honored to be one of the few people he trusts.

 currently, we are at his house. we are taking break right now from writing, and watching some tv. and guess what we’re watching…. spongebob.

 “luke, you're turning 18 in less than a year and you still watch spongebob?” i ask him laughing. he playfully kicks my leg and we both start to laugh.

i look at luke and realize the sudden change of clothing style. he used to just wear plain t-shirts and jeans with vans. it used to be very simple.

 but now his clothing style has changed…. changed a lot. 

he now wears a nirvana shirt with black ripped jeans. he wears vans and a gray beanie atop his head. he gelled his hair a bit i can see.

 he looks punk rock.

 “why the sudden change of clothing style?” i ask him. he looks at me and grins.

 “the boys decided i should go for a new l-look.” he tells me. i nod, motioning him to continue. 

 “they think what i wear is t-too plain. so they gave me some of their clothes and well, y-yea.” he finishes. i smile at him.

 “i love your style! it’s really…cool.” i say, awkwardly.

 if i were a confident, pretty, and a non-glasses girl, i would have straight up told him he is hot. i mean, who wouldn't think he is hot? he’s tall, handsome, great clothing style, and he has the best smile & laugh. i’m surprised no one has ever hit on him. 

 “you know what i’ve always w-wanted?” luke asks. i snap out of my thinking state and turn to him.

 “what?” i ask. he smirks at me and grabs my hand. he stands up and starts walking, dragging me with him.

 “where are you taking me?” i ask him, curiously. he turns back to me and flashes me a smile, as we start to run out of his house.

 “you’ll s-see.”

-1 hours later-

“luke robert hemmings, what the actual fuck?!” i gasp at him. 

1 hours ago, he dragged me into his car and drove off. i had no idea where he was driving to, or what he was going to do. i told him if he was gonna rape me, i’d cut his balls off. he just laughed and shook his head.

 half an hour later, we stopped in front of a tattooing/ piercing place. punk people would walk in and out of that store. most of those people either had a variety of tattoos, variety of piercings, or variety of both. i slowly looked at luke and all he did was smile at me.

 we both walked into the store and there weren't many people in it. luke told me to take a seat on one of the chairs. i do so, and he walks up to one of the people who works there. i couldnt hear their conversation. 

 all i saw was the man nod at luke and starts to walk in the back of the store. luke flashes me one last smile before walking with the man. 

 half an hour later, he comes out smirking at me. i can’t see him from that far, but when he comes closer to me, i stand up as my eyes widen.

 and that is our position right now.

 “what the frickity frick did they do to you?!?” i ask him. i look at him closely and i see the pinkness in his cheeks. he has a big grin on lips. 

 “it’s just a lip p-piercing.” luke says, shrugging. on his right side bottom lip, lies a little tiny ring that goes round his lip. i cross my arms and look at him.

 “what is your parents going to say about this, lucas? you'll be in so much trouble!” i warn him. he shrugs, laughing.

 “it’s f-fine. i’ll be o-okay.” he tells me. i sigh and walk out of the store.

 we both go in his car and he starts to drive. we wouldn't talk, but listen to his favorite music. he hums the song and i occasionally look towards him. he has a grin still on his face. 

 “i know you're l-looking at me.” he tells me. i quickly turn away from him and he chuckles.

 “whatever.” i mumble. i take off my glasses and wipe them on my shirt. stupid glasses always getting so foggy.

“so you never told me what you think o-of my lip ring. whaddya t-think?” he asks me.

 i take a deep breath.

 i may not be confident, i may not be the prettiest girl in the world, and i do have glasses, but it won’t stop me for telling him this.

“i think you look hot as fuck.”