You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 11• Teenage Dream Part 3

Leyla's POV

I sat on my bed with the tray in my lap. The silence between us was heavy. "Thanks, by the way," I mumbled. "For the food. I was having cravings."

Luke sat on the floor across from me. "No problem," he said, his voice quiet. "It's the least I can do."

I nodded, taking in the scene from earlier. I was being a drama queen. My mind was in a whirlwind, and I couldn't find the words. I ate the chicken curry quickly, then reached for the Oreos, stuffing a whole cookie in my mouth.

"Leyla?" Luke's voice was hesitant.

I hummed, my mouth full. "Yeah?"

"Do you... want to talk about it? Now or later?"

I frowned, lightly shaking my head. I didn't know what to say. What was there to talk about? Yes, he kissed me and gave me a hickey, but that's in the past. Yet, I knew talking it out was the right thing to do, even if it was going to be painfully awkward. I just wanted an apology from him, and I knew I had to give one, too.

I closed my eyes, trying to find a moment of peace. My mind was racing, replaying the images from the video. The laughter, the dancing, the dizzying feeling of something being both wrong and incredibly right. The whole night was a blank canvas, and the video had just painted a masterpiece of a mess. I needed to sleep. I needed to escape the thoughts before they drove me crazy.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my mind, but the image of the hickey on my neck, the one I saw in the mirror, flashed in my mind. It was a tangible mark of a night I couldn't remember. I felt overwhelmed, my head spinning. I gripped the tray, my knuckles turning white.

"Luke," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I opened my eyes, looking at him. His expression was full of worry.

"Yeah?"

"I don't remember any of it."

He nodded slowly. "I know."

I put the tray down on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. "I'm sorry," I said, the words heavy and honest. "I'm sorry about... all of this. I don't know what got into me."

"It's not your fault," he said. He reached out and gently touched my ankle. "We were all in it together. It was a crazy night."

I wanted to believe him. The memory of the hickey, the shame of not remembering, was a weight on my chest. "I guess I just... feel lost," I admitted, my voice trembling.

He moved from the floor and sat on the bed beside me. He didn't say anything, just let the silence settle. His presence was a quiet comfort.

"Leyla, are you alright?" I heard Luke's voice, and my eyes snapped open. I was panting and sweating. He was looking at me with concern.

I looked around the room, disoriented. The tray was still on the floor. He was still here. "You're still here," I said, my voice hoarse.

"Yeah, Xiana wanted us to stay. We agreed."

"W-what happened?"

"Well, when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, you just... fell asleep. Really went out. I panicked. It's not normal. I let everyone in to check on you, and Faith said you were just exhausted. Man, you had us all worried."

I put my hand over his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I get it." I removed my hand and laid back down, patting the space next to me. He got the hint and laid down beside me.

"Cuddle me, please," I whispered.

He chuckled, putting an arm around my waist and facing me. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne.

"Luke?"

"Yeah?" he breathed out.

I was getting sleepy again, but I needed to say it. "Thank you."

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.....Hi.

Lol, you must be all mad at me like: "Oh my gosh, why is she taking so long!?" if anyone is like that (not that I expect this book would go far) then I am truly sorry.

You see, there is only one reason why I always have the writer's block.

School.

And I am so sorry if it's short and has wrong grammars, spellings and using the right punctuation. Hope you enjoyed it!

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-Nina.