Ghost of You || L.H.

Hello!

Hello everyone! I just wanted to post an introduction for this story before I start posting the chapters. I'm simply going to discuss the update schedule, what Ghost of You will be about and just touch base a little bit.

Updating schedule.

I currently have three chapters written. I've been writing almost nonstop for the last four days. I also have another book (When Stars Collide) that I update on Sundays. So, I will likely put chapters up on the same days.

This book however, will still be doing things a bit differently. Because I already have three chapters written, I'm planning on writing two more chapters and then posting the first five on Sunday.

Yes, the first five chapters.

The schedule will continue like that for the duration of the book. Five chapters every Sunday.

I would like to note, however, since I write five chapters at a time the schedule isn't always exact as work gets in the way and I go through spurts of writing blocks and such. So be patient and it will be worth it, trust me.

About the Book

So, this is a fanfic if you hasn't guessed already. It will be a Luke Hemmings fic and I was planning on it being an alternate universe, but I've decided to forego that. He will be in the band and the others will all be a part of the story.

I really want to describe what the book will actually be about but that's really hard to do without giving it all away. And that's just not an option.

So, instead, I'm just going to share a little excerpt that should give you a good idea of what's the come. Enjoy!

"Luke!" she squealed, green eyes squeezing shut as her dainty hands pushed against my chest. My fingers playfully attacked her sides, my eyes raking over her figure as she thrashed around under me.

Pillows toppled onto the floor and the smile on my lips only grew as she tried scolding me for making a mess while she was certainly in no position to scold me for anything. I had the upper hand here. Her breath came out ragged and heavy and the soft laughter that fell from her beautiful lips was music to my ears.

"Say it!" I demanded, never halting the gentle assault on her overly sensitive skin. She shook her head and her legs flailed in an attempt to push me off. Stubborn girl. "Come on, baby, what's the magic word?" Her tongue slipped between her lips in a childish manner and I swooped down, momentarily pausing my attack as I swiped my tongue across hers.

She scrunched up her face and laughed harder.

"I don't know!" she said, laughing between each word as my fingers slipped into her underarms, that was her most sensitive spot. "You change it every time!"

She was right, I did change it every time. Usually I would just make her keep guessing until I'd decided she'd had enough. I'm surprised she hadn't figured that part of the game out, yet.

I woke her up like this most mornings. I would wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest. I would nuzzle my face in her neck and take a deep breath of her dirty blonde curls that always smelled like her favorite watermelon shampoo. I would wait until I heard the telltale groan of her coming to, followed by a low, soft hum as she pressed herself against my chest, eager to be in my arms.

I would adjust my head a little and let my own curls brush over her cheek and nose as I littered kisses across her neck and shoulder, and she would try not to laugh. I would mumble incoherent words, which typically consisted of me complimenting her and showering her in affection. The vibration of my voice against her skin would finally bring the laughter to life. And then then my fingers would inch their way down her skin, searching for the perfect spot to begin my playful assault.

Mornings like this were my favorite part of living with her.

"Pancakes!" she exclaimed, using the same word from yesterday morning. Did she not just tell me that I change it up every time?

"Wrong," I playfully scold her and my fingers attack her sides again, earning another set of squeals and giggles. I loved that sound.

"Muffins!" she guessed, lips curling into a smile as tears rolled down the side of her face. I couldn't contain the smile on my own stupid face if I wanted to. She was so perfect in absolutely every way.

"Guess again, baby," I said, grinning as I dipped my head down between her shoulder and neck. She tried closing the space before I could plant the raspberries on the skin there, but I was too quick, buzzing my lips against her skin as she screamed in delight.

"Luke! I–I'm going to p–pee...!" I laughed hard and my hands stilled on her skin, my face pulling away from her neck to hover over hers.

"What's the magic words?" I whispered, my lips hovering over her pink ones. Her breath hitched and one of her hands pressed against my bare chest, eyelids fluttering as she brought her eyes to meet mine.

"I love you," she said, her voice barely audible.

Fuck.

I may need another drink. When was my last one? I fell asleep somewhere around four, I think. It may have been five. I don't honestly remember getting into the bed, but I hardly disturbed the perfectly stacked set of overpriced pillows that she was obsessed with.

I hated those fucking things from the start, she spent way too much money on them and they weren't even that comfortable. She claimed they weren't supposed to be for comfort, but rather for decoration. She even made me get the chest that sits at the end of our bed to put them in.

We haven't used that damned chest since we got the fucking thing.

But fuck if she didn't love those damn pillows, and fuck if I didn't love her. So we got the damn pillows.

I'm really excited to write this, its going to be so much fun and so emotional.

Misc.

So, I have an instagram account for When Starts Collide but the handle is @ZweetBea so I will probably also use it for the book too and any others that I come up with.

I also work full time so while updates really will be on Sundays (for both books) the time of day could fluctuate because sometimes I work open to close on Sundays. So the update could either be before 10 am or after 7:30 pm or so. But it will be a Sunday.

Well, that's all for now! Have a good rest of your days!

X.