End up here // lrh

1.5 - Wrapped around your finger

Luke shamefully walked into the bedroom again, like a dog with its tail between its legs, where Mary was still on the bed.

She had rolled herself into a burrito with the sheets and was fast asleep.

Luke hadn't even taken a long time in the bathroom to deal with his problem. But he guessed that Mary had been really sleepy.

Fortunately Mary wasn't sprawled on the whole bed, so Luke had somewhere to lie on the bed. On the other hand Mary had the whole sheet rolled around her, leaving nothing for Luke to cover himself with whilst sleeping.

Luke groaned because he really couldn't sleep without his sheets on, he felt so exposed and so unsafe, but he really didn't want to wake Mary up (she looked like an angel when she slept).

Luke sat down on the bed and rested his head on his hands, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands.

He thought about his options, 1. Wake Mary up, and 2. Sleep with no sheets on.

And none of his options seemed like options because he didn't want to do either of them.

So Luke just kept sitting on the bed, until he was too tired to sit and fell down to a laying position, until he fell asleep, with no sheets on.

When he later woke up sometime during the night he had sheets on himself, and Mary wasn't rolled up into a burrito anymore.

Her arms were engulfing Luke's body like a big plush toy and Luke loved the feeling of feeling her body heat radiating to him.

Luke couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had been sleeping with this really hot girl, with Mary, two nights in a row.

He didn't even care about how hot and how fit Mary was anymore, or how she was a ten and he was clearly a six.

All Luke could care about now was the fact that Mary was a great human being and how she wasn't as other girls.

He loved that Mary was excited about the fact that he was in a fucking band rather than playing on the field.

And on top of her greatness she kept coming back for Luke. Or well Luke was the one that came back to Mary's house but you get it. It wasn't like she turned him down, no, she was all in.

After a while of overwhelming thoughts of Mary, Luke's brain had had enough of Luke and decided to let Luke fall asleep again, since it was in the middle of the night and Luke was still tired, too tired to function.

The next time Luke woke up the sunlight was peaking through the sides of his curtains that were in front of the only window in Luke's room.

Luke rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and flipped over to see if Mary was still asleep.

But Mary wasn't there, instead, on the side of where she had slept, there was Luke's clothes that Mary had slept in.

''God." Luke muttered, his head in his hands.

They all leave.

His sadness over the situation turned into anger over himself. He had fucked things up by getting a fucking boner in front of Mary.

''Fuck.'' Luke whisper-shouted whilst hitting the bed with his fist clenched.

Just a couple of hours ago Luke had thought about Mary wanting this as well, and now she was gone and Luke wasn't fucking okay.

He started feel tears prickle his cheeks, he was supposed to teach Mary how to play the guitar, but now he would probably never, and Mary would probably hate him for forever for that.

Though Luke couldn't really blame her since it was his fault, not hers, but his.

After drowning himself in self pity for a couple of seconds, probably like five, that felt like hours, Luke heard the toilet flush.

And out walked the most gorgeous girl alive, twisting a strand of hair with her index finger.

I'm that strand, Luke thought, I'm the one that's wrapped around her finger.

''Oh, you're up.'' Mary smiled, standing at the doorway, wearing her own clothes.

Why was she wearing her own clothes? didn't she like wearing Luke's clothes? Did they smell bad? Did Luke smell bad?

As earlier mentioned, Luke was the king of overthinking.

''Why are you wearing your own clothes?'' Luke mumbled, his voice breaking at the two last words.

''Oh,'' Mary breathed, ''Thought you wanted them back.''

''No.'' Luke said, maybe too harshly.

''I mean, no not really,'' Luke said, ''I liked them better on you.'' he mumbled shyly, his cheeks turning a slightly more shade of pink.

''Oh, you did?'' Mary asked cheekily, raising an eyebrow, a playful smirk covering her face.

''Shut up,'' Luke mumbled, ''Come here.''

So that's what Mary did, she sat down on the bed next to Luke before Luke laid an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his body and nuzzling his face in the top of Mary's head.

''I thought you left.'' Luke mumbled against her hair after a few moments of silence.

''I would never.'' Mary whispered, so low barely Luke heard her.

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Here's another chappie.

I'm getting feels while writing this and I'm not fucking okay (I wanted to name the chapter to that first but changed it to ''wrapped around your finger'')

Hope you liked it!