Only You || Luke Hemmings

8. Luke

I'm really falling for her.

Every minute I spend with her I fall harder and harder and I just can't seem to stop myself.

It's everything about her; every little detail makes me weak. The way she plays with the cuffs of her sleeves and fiddles with her fingers when she gets nervous. The way she giggles adorably and tilts her head down to the ground so her hair covers her face when I tease her or say something cheesy and dumb. And the way she shuts herself off from the world, but seems to be opening up to me makes me feel so special; like I really mean something to her. I can see straight through her brave, strong act and know that deep down she's innocent and vunerable, and it only makes me want to be with her more. She needs someone to be there for her, and I want that person to be me. I need that person to be me.

I'm currently walking home from school by myself, as Dani has left to go and pick up her brother and sister. She's been in a good mood today, which genuinelly makes me happier than I can put into words. She doesn't deserve everything she has to deal with; she deserves to have fun and be happy, and the fact that she now is looking more cheerful because of me makes me feel literally on top of the world.

Once I open the front door to my house, I rush straight upstairs to my room and collapse onto my bed, smiling like an idiot. She makes me so happy. I feel better in myself since I started hanging around with her more. She brings out the good side of me, the side which is normally hidden due to people at schools constant judgement, and I can completely be myself when I'm around her. I can with the lads aswell, but she's the only girl who I don't have to pretend with. I genuinely haven't felt this great in a long, long time, and it's all thanks to her.

I'm interupted from my thoughts as I hear a knock on my door.

"Come in," I say, as my mum comes wandering through the door, taking a seat on the end of my bed.

"Luke," she begins, not looking as happy as usual. "I got a call from your head teacher today."

"Oh," I begin, tilting my head down towards the bed to avoid eye contact.

"Why did you skip school?" She questions, looking more dissapointed than angry, which is always the worst.

"I don't want to say," I murmur quietly.

"And why is that?"

"You won't like the answer."

"Yes, I probably won't. But I want to know, Luke," she persists.

"It was for, I was wi- with a girl," I mumble, now looking up to meet her stare. She does not look happy.

"I'm getting a bit sick of this, Luke. Honestly, all of these girls you're hanging out with aren't good for you, they're just getting in the way of your education. They're all the same-"

"Dani's not the same, mum. She's different," I say boldly.

"Dani? Not Danielle Adamson from next door?"

"Erm, yes," I reply nervously.

"I didn't know you were friends?" She questions, looking somewhat confused now.

"We've only got close recently. She doesn't exactly have any friends, mum, so I wanted to try and be there for her, you know? Because of what she has to go through at home. She needs someone, and she's actually really cool. I like spending time with her."

She smiles warmingly at my words. "That's very sweet of you Luke, you're a good boy. But do you think you could hang out without skipping school next time?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm really sorry, mum."

"It's okay, angel. I'm proud of you for looking out for her. It's really nice of you, because she does seem like a sweet girl."