Michael gave me a lot to think about. I end up staying awake for most of the night—in my own bed, my parents might get suspicious—analysing every action Calum has made towards me, every thing he’s ever said. I’m looking for some sign of this love, and I’m starting to believe that Michael might be on to something.
Who would’ve thought a fuck buddy could be useful for more than just sex? Michael 1, me 0.
At about 4am I still can’t sleep. I’m replaying the scene outside Luke’s school from this afternoon over and over in my head. I pick up my phone and call him. I can’t get his face out of my mind. I remember that he mouthed ‘call me’ so calling him is exactly what I’m doing. It rings once before I hear his groggy morning voice.
“Hello?” I can imagine him squinting at the screen before he answered it, hopefully not rolling his eyes.
“Hi, Luke, it’s Winnie. I’m sorry about calling this late but I really, desperately need to talk to you.” I pause to wait for his reply. He stays silent. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened and what I said and I’d really like to talk to you in person, if you wouldn’t mind?” I’m struck by the terrifying idea that he might be angry with me. I can’t even consider the possibility, I’ll make myself sick. I wait in agony for his answer.
“It’s early…” he says slowly, his voice still rocky from sleeping.
“What?”
“It’s early. You said it was late… but it’s AM now… It’s early.” I can hear his lazy smirk through the phone and I want to punch him. But, oh wait, my best friend already did.
“Wow, Hemmings, that’s super funny. I’ll meet you outside your place in 15 minutes.” He grunts and I assume he’s agreeing. I hang up and spring out of bed, glad to have something to do other than wallow in my thoughts. I quickly slip on some sweatpants and a hoodie because it gets cold out at night. I grab my phone and my keys and tiptoe down the stairs, trying not to wake my parents or brother. I put on a pair of running shoes and sneak out the front door.
I’m at Luke’s house in about ten minutes. I sort of ran… I worried that he might roll over and go back to sleep but when I get to his driveway, he’s sitting on his front steps, yawning. I wave and he comes over to me.
“Hey,” he says softly. He doesn’t get too close and I can’t blame him. 12 hours ago I was planning his and Calum’s murder. He doesn’t flinch away, though, when I wrap my arms around his torso and hug him. In fact, he hugs me back and I want to cry, I’m so happy.
“I was worried you hated me,” I murmur into his chest. He rests his chin on my head and squeezes me tighter.
“I couldn’t hate you,”
I pull away and offer him a small smile. Then, with him holding my hand, we start to wander down the street. He lets our intertwined hands swing back and forth as we amble in silence for a while. After a period of quiet, though, Luke speaks again.
“So, as nice as this is and all… why did you call me at 4 o’clock in the morning?” I sigh.
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~ Black Lace ~ (l.h.)
FanfictionAn AU where there is no 5SOS just its members ~~~ "I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you'd been on my mind. Then it occurred to me, you'd never left" ~~~ [this is a Luke Hemmings fanfiction and it's the first one I'm p...
