Lost

His voice was sweet and would crack perfectly at at certain notes, proving he was so passionate towards his music. His fingers moved expertly along the neck of the guitar, making a beautiful sound every time he strummed. He showed a white, full smile as the music became more difficult to play. His eyes were a dark shade of blue, similar to the color of the ocean. His hair was gelled straight up, he didn't like it. He often told me it was the equivalent to a patch of overgrown grass. But personally, I thought it was perfect. He was perfect. I thought that Luke Hemmings, my 15 year old best friend, was perfect. Not that I could tell him that of course. But he was. And I wanted more than anything to put an end to him feeling lost.

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So this is my new fanfic. Yes, I know Luke isn't 15, but I wanted to write a story where he isn't a famous singer. Anyways, I hope you like it.