Only You || Luke Hemmings

7. Danielle

So, my greatest fear has officially come true.

I think I might like Luke, like, quite a lot.

When I first started feeling this way, I just put it down to the fact that he's the only guy who's ever really payed me any attention. I thought that I'd just gotten a little overwhelmed at the sudden company and therefore my brain got confused and decided I had a stupid little crush on him. But I don't think I am confused. I genuinely think I might like him as more than a friend, which is seriously not good.

It's not good because we're two completely different types of people on the outside, it's not good because I know that I'll get attatched and then probably end up heart broken, and it's not good because I'm pretty sure there is no chance in hell that he likes me back. But I'm in too deep now. There's literally no solution to this problem other than to suck it up and deal with the fact they we're never going to go anywhere.

But other than that, I've been in a pretty good mood this week, as I've spent every lunch time so far with Luke. Granted, it's because we've been stuck in detention together due to our "reckless gallivanting" last Tuesday, but it's been weirdly really nice. It's such a luxury to be able to actually spend time with him during school without getting glared at by every person who walks by.

"I'm going to the canteen to get food. Don't you dare move," Mr Harrison mumbles, getting up from his desk to leave the detention room for the third time this lunch. He's a extremely lazy, grumpy man, with no hair on his head and lot's of hair on his chin. He's rather large too, to say the least, so watching him waddle over to the door and attempting to squeeze though is admitedly pretty damn funny.

"The last thing he needs is more food," Luke turns to me, trying to hide his laughter uselessly.

"True," I laugh in response. "I just wish he'd bring some back for me, I'm starving!"

"I've got some crisps in my bag. You can have them if you like?" He offers kindly.

"What flavour are they?" I ask.

"I don't actually know," he mumbles, leaning underneath the table to check. "Erm, salt and vinegar."

"Luke, I hate salt and vinegar," I admit, pouting pathetically.

"What? How can anybody hate salt and vinegar!" He gasps.

"Ew, don't you mean how can anybody like them?"

"Dani, have you even properly tried them?"

"Erm, y-yeah," I mumble, smirking down at the desk.

"When?" He asks immpatiently, although also holding back laughter.

"Once when I was 8."

"Wow, you fucking loser," he laughs, opening the bag and walking over to me. "Come on, open wide."

"No, Luke, ew they even smell gross," I say, batting his hand away with my own as he tries to put a crisp in my mouth. "Luke, stop. Luke!"

"Don't be such a baby," he teases, leaning over the desk towards me as I back away into the wall. "Come on."

"Fine!" I yell, taking the crisp from his hand with my teeth.

My whole face scrunches up at the taste and Luke breaks out into a fit of laughter, watching as I try to crunch down the digusting food.

"There, now wasen't that yummy," he says, patronizingly pinching my cheeks.

"No, I'm going to puke. I hate you," I joke, trying hard not to give in and smile back at him.

"Shut up, you love me," he replies, ruffling my hair playfully.

"Luke, you're such a-" Mr Harrison cuts me off.

"You two, what in God's name do you think you're doing!" Mr Harrison shouts and Luke jumps back from me. Only now do I noticed how close we'd actually been to each other.

"Sorry, sir," we both mumble, trying not to laugh at the amount of food he has piled up on his plate.

"Just sit down, will you," he yells, as Luke stomps off back to his seat still holding in his laughter.

After a few minutes of stupid eye contact and miming dumb things to each other from across the room, neither of us can hold it in any longer. Perfectly in time with each other, we burst into a fit of laughter.

"That's it, I've had it with you two," Mr Harris shouts, getting up from his seat furiously. "I'm taking you to Miss Porter."

Miss Porter is head of year 12, mine and Luke's year. She is actually really nice; well, to me anyway. I think it's all out of sympathy though, as up until a few weeks ago I had absolutely zero friends. Granted, I only have one more now, but as cheeshy as it sounds, Luke's the only one I need.

Me and Luke are still somewhat hyperactive as we knock on the door to her office, which can't be a good thing. Her face stays the same as Luke walks in, but it drops when she see's me.

"These two have been messing about in detention all week, Miss Porter. I'm sick of it," Mr Harrison shouts, before turning around and slamming the door shut behind him, making me and Luke chuckle slightly.

"Luke, I'd expect this from you," she begins, as Luke's face drops to the ground adorably. "But Dani, this isn't like you? What has gotten into you at the moment?"

"Sorry, miss," I mumble.

She just shakes her head in dissapointment. "And Luke? Anything to say?" Miss Porter asks.

"Yeah, it wasen't my fault. Dani kept distracting me." He turns to me as he speaks, that annoying little smirk of his plastered all over his face as he brings his lip ring between his teeth. He looks so damn hot when he does that.

"Hey, shut up," I retaliate, nudging him with my arm. "He attacked me with crisps!"

"I did not attack you. You wer-"

"That's enough!" Miss Porter shouts, as we turn out attention back to her instead of each other. "It's clear to me that you were both just being immature and no real damage has been done here," she begins, and we nod in response. "You've almost served all of your detentions apart from one tomororrow, so I just want you to go back and apologize to Mr Harrison, please."

"Yes, miss," he reply at the same time.

"Thank you. Now, I don't want to hear of you two causing trouble again, okay?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good, now off you go to fourth period," she says finally, as we walk out of her office and close the door behind us.

As we go our seperate ways and I wander off to my lesson, I can't help but remember something Luke said to me last Tuesday before we ran out of school. He told me to trust him, and I said okay.

After everything that has happened this week as a result of me agreeing to his request, you'd be almost certain that I would have changed my mind about trusting him. But I haven't.

Somehow, after speaking to Luke for just a few weeks, I trust him with everything in me, and I'm scared.

I'm so scared of how quickly I'm falling for Luke.

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A/N

sorry this is just a short filler but the next chapter is gonna be more dramatic okay

I'm so bored man I hate school more than anything

gif on the side is of luke being fucking adorable I cry I love this gif more than life

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-lizzy x