Imagine A World (Luke Hemmings a.u.) [in editing]

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Madeline's POV

I'm giddy for the next few weeks, all thoughts of Riley slipping out of my mind as soon as they enter. Luke and I both agree to keep our relationship somewhat private for a little while, just to lay low. He's still worried about me, but I've gotten much better.

July ends and August flys by, and soon enough, I'm thrown into September. The song that Tony, Calum, Luke, and I have been writing has come along nicely, and we're nearly ready to record. I've been told by Luke that songs don't usually take this long to write, but that I keep distracting him.

I have no clue where he gets that from (note the intense sarcasm).

I'm sitting on the couch next to Luke, my head on his shoulder as he competes with Calum in FIFA, as usual. Luke cheers as he scores, making Calum pout in mock disappointment.

"Lukey?" I say once he's won the game.

"Yes, Mad?"

"Could we go out?"

He laughs. "Go out where?"

I smile and grab his wrist, pulling him off the couch and away from the Xbox controller. Calum smirks after us, and I merely stick my tongue out at him, then drag Luke out the door.

"Where are we going?" he asks, his laugh ringing out down the otherwise silent street.

"Remember that playground from July? I miss it. We haven't been there in ages," I exaggerate.

We reach the playground, and he immediately grabs the monkey bars, which are easy for him to reach, his feet still flat on the ground and his arms bent. He starts moving forward on them, walking along, and I pretend to be impressed.

"I have no clue how you're able to do that so easily," I tell him, shaking my head in fake disbelief. He grins and lets go of the bars, stalking back over to me, wiggling his fingers threateningly.

I widen my eyes when I realize what he's about to do, and I turn and start to run. I look over my shoulder and see that he's hot on my tail, and I end up tripping.

On a woodchip.

He cackles in an attractive way and descends on me after I roll onto my back, tickling me until I can't breathe.

"Stop, Luke, stop!" I gasp through my shrieks of laughter, my eyes watering so I can't see straight. "People will think you're trying to rape me or something!"

He finally pulls away, and I sit up, my chest heaving. I push him lightly, and he returns it, until we're in a full blown push-off. Both of us end up collapsing to the ground once more, staring up at the clouds as the woodchips tangle into our hair.

He places his hand on top of mine, and I turn my head sideways so I can look over at him. He's staring at me with his piercing blue eyes, unintentionally giving me goosebumps and causing me to shiver. He lovingly runs his hand down my arm, making me vibrate even more.

"Are you cold? I could give you my sweatshirt," he offers, knitting his eyebrows at my movement.

"No, I'm alright. Thanks, though."

He smiles at me, then sits up, scooting backwards so he has his back against one of the support poles of the play structure. I copy him, sitting opposite him against a different pole.

"So, why'd you bring me here?" he asks me, raising an eyebrow suggestively. I roll my eyes.

"I told you: I miss it. It's weird, I feel like I grew up at this playground," I say, rubbing the support pole beside me.