Last Dance || 5sos

Chapter Thirty

I'm sitting in the living room of my house by the fireplace, watching the clock. My phone sits beside me as I hug my knees to my chest, and move my eyes from the clock to the flames flickering before me. As it gets closer to noon, I rush upstairs, getting ready. Luke told me he would be over at noon, to challenge me to his silly snowball fight. It was dorky, but adorable. I brush out my hair, put on a beanie, and pull on my winter boots. I pull out his box of chocolates that he gave me, and smile, pulling one out and popping it into my mouth. There was only two left. After a few minutes, my phone rings. I look down, and see that it's Luke. I answer it, smiling. Before I can say anything though, Luke jumps in. 

"Look out your window," he tells me. I do so. He's standing outside, dressed in layers. His phone is in one hand, pressed against his ear, and a snowball in the other. 

"You're crazy," I tell him, laughing.

"Crazier than you might think," he smirks. "Come out in five minutes."

"Or what?" I taunt.

"Or I'm coming up there to get you myself." He hangs up the phone, stuffing it into his coat pocket and zipping it, so that it wouldn't get covered in snow. I shake y head, stepping away from the window. I grab my winter coat and a scarf, and timidly step out into the crisp cold air. Shivering, I close my house door and take my first steps onto the lawn, hearing the snow crunch beneath my feet. I've left my phone inside. 

I'm not even halfway across the lawn before Luke pelts a snowball at me. I squeal, since I hadn't even seen him there. "Oh, come on," Luke teases. "Is that really any way to walk into a snowball fight? Always be prepared," Noelle," he smirks. As he was talking, I had quickly made a snowball and thrown it at him, hitting him in the side. "Very well..." he seems surprised.

"If we're doing this," I pause. "There are going to be some rules. No throwing of snow at each others faces," I say.

"Fair, and I'd also prefer if you didn't hit me in the junk." I laugh, but I know that he's being completely serious.

"I won't," I tell him.

"Then, let the battle begin!" We both drop to the ground, ten feet away from each other, quickly making and throwing snowballs. Luke dodges most of mine, and I can tell he's going easy on me, but he's only missed once, and I'm pretty sure that it was on purpose. As soon as I make another, I take off the other way, running away. "Hey, come back here!" I hear Luke say, but I keep running. When he finally catches up to me, I pelt him in the chest, laughing and running away. He takes a minute to brush the snow off of his jacket before coming after me again. 

Our snowball fight goes on for about half an hour before we get tired out from running back and forth. "Do you surrender?" Luke asks, snowball raised. Catching my breath, I nod.

"Sadly," I frown, sarcastically. He lowers the snowball, dropping it, and walks over to hug me.

"Then so do I," he smiles, kissing me on the cheek. It's freezing outside and yet his lips are warm against my cold skin, sending a chill through my body. "Are you cold?" he laughs as I shiver. I nod. "Come on, let's go inside."

When we get back in the house, we get out of our snow soaked clothes, and change. My mother greets Luke as she walks into the kitchen, and has made us hot chocolate. Thanking her, we sat by the fireside in the living room to warm up. My hands were still freezing cold. Luke notices, and takes them in his. "How are you so warm?" I ask him. We're inside, and I still feel like I can see my breath. He shrugs.

"I don't know, I just am," he answers with a smile. I move closer to him and he wraps his arms around me. "Did you eat those chocolates I sent you?"