Letters from Luke

note eight.

The boys and I went to the beach today. 

They said I looked really happy and I was enjoying myself while we were there. Okay, I admit I have been annoyed and pissed at literally everything and today changed for me because I was actually smiling and laughing. 

Ashton and Michael went to go for a swim in the water, while Calum and I stayed in the sand. My eyes were glued to my phone scrolling through twitter. After replying to a few tweets, I slipped the phone in my pockets. 

Calum sighed, allowing his feet to disappear through the sand. He asked me if I wanted to swim, and I shook my head. 

When you and I went to the beach by ourselves, you little shit forgot your bathing suit in your closet. You woke up late and rushed around in the house grabbing everything for our little road trip to the beach. While I was prepared and brought my swimming trunks, I laughed at you because you didn't have anything to wear besides the shorts and baggy t-shirt you wore. 

I asked if you wanted to go skinny dipping, but you slapped my chest laughing as you blushed. It was cute the way your cheeks turned a bright pink. Being the awesome guy I am, I called you out for blushing and said you looked adorable. That just made you blush even more and I laughed at you again. 

It took us an hour and a half to finally get to the beach. When we got there, you sighed dramatically praying on your knees that you had successfully survived a long car ride with me. I rolled my eyes and ruffled my hand through your hair to mess up the hair-do you made that took you a long time to make. 

You screamed at me whining that I ruined your hair. 

I stuck out my tongue and scooped you up in my arms. 

You begged me endlessly to put you down because people were staring at us. I loved it when people were staring at us. I got to embarrass you and I loved every single minute of it, sorry. 

A little girl (maybe four or five years old, don't remember babe) was pointing at us. She asked her mom why I was carrying you in my arms. 

I was standing near them with you still in my arms, so I could hear every little word they said. The mom told her child that they're just two people falling in love with each other. 

I couldn't help, but laugh at how cute that sounded. Over the time I developed feelings for you, but never had the exact courage to ask you out on a proper date. You and I hung out whenever we had the chance, so if I asked you out somewhere you would just think it as if we were friends. You were just so damn beautiful, funny, annoying, and crazy that I don't know. I started liking you more than just a friend. 

When you said you were literally going to scream help or maybe call the damn police if I didn't put you down, I hated you for saying that.

I wanted to hold you close and see all your facial features I may haven't noticed before. 

I gently placed you on the sand and sat down next to you. You thanked me with that sarcastic tone of yours. As much as I wanted to kiss you hard and run my hands along your hair- (damnit sorry, this just sounds like I'm starting write out porn or something don't hate me, okay babe?)

I just stared at you until you felt uncomfortable. Your cheeks started blushing again, and that's when I bursted out laughing too hard. 

You gave me this weird look. Like you wanted laugh with me, but I laughed too hard at you blushing uncontrollably that I sounded like a dying whale. 

You called me a dork, shaking your head as you giggled. I bit my lip, not really wanting you to scream loud like I was going to stab you or something. I picked you up once again and started walking towards the water.

You said your clothes was going to wet, and once again, I suggested skinny dipping. 

You said that I was either really, really, really hormonal that day and that I'm awkward to be around. 

I dropped you in the water, watching you gasp at how the cold water felt around your body. I wasn't really thinking of the consequences, but your bra was accidentally showing through the t-shirt you wore. 

Whoops?

But it's okay because I gave you my shirt that I wore that day so you could cover yourself up. 

I hope you remember the fun times we had together. 

Where we didn't fight, argue, or say mean things. 

If you ever decide to come back and visit me in Australia, you know where to find me. 

The place we hid together when our parents were being parents and told us things that we shouldn't do. I hope they didn't tear that place down. 

It's the only place where you and I could get away and be disconnected from the world. 

SIncerely,

Letters from Luke.