Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Fifteen

I had been watching all of Luke's videos from the beginning for about two hours now. I jumped when I felt him lay down next to me. "What are you doing?"

"Just watching some videos," I replied awkwardly, sliding slightly away from him.

"Lily, I-"

"Just forget it, Luke," I interrupted. "I don't want to hear your excuses or whatever nonsense."

"Well if you would listen to me, I'd explain why I was getting all weird," he huffed. I bit my lip, contemplating whether I wanted to hear it or not. I finally decided to listen to him a few minutes later, pausing the video.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, brushing some hair off my face.

"The stuff you've put me through since I met you," I muttered.

"Lily, talk to me. What were you thinking about earlier?"

"... About how you probably were bored with me and didn't want anything else to do with me, and that's why you were avoiding me and such."

"No Lily," Luke sighed. He bit his lip and turned red before finally saying, "I thought you were laughing at me."

"What do you mean?" I asked. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up a little bit. "I mean, when I was changing, I thought you were laughing at me."

"Oh my God," I said, starting to giggle. "Luke, I was laughing at your boxers dummy. You're eighteen years old and you still wear Ninja Turtle boxers. That's why I was laughing stupid."

"Fucking hell," Luke breathed, pulling me close to him. Since we were both laying on our sides, Luke pulled me on top of him, running his fingers through my hair which was falling all around us.

"God you're beautiful," Luke breathed. I blushed and giggled awkwardly. Luke leaned up and kissed my nose, his arms wound tightly around my waist.

"What else were you thinking about?" He asked softly, pressing light kisses all over my face.

"Um, about us," I said, getting distracted by his perfect lips gently touching my skin. "A-And about how you'll go on tour, and you and the boys probably won't want me around or whatever. Plus, y-you live in a different country, so I'll probably hardly ever see you. A-And maybe this won't work out." When I uttered those words, Luke's lips hovered inches from me. He sighed. "Way to kill the moment, Lil."

"I'm sorry, but I'm serious," I said, sitting up. Luke sat up too so we were sitting face to face, Luke holding my hands. "Luke, we live a 72 hour plane ride apart. And I'm still seventeen. It's going to be so hard for us."

"Let's just not think about that right now," Luke pleaded. "Look, once we're out of this elevator, we're going to London together, right? And I'll stay as long as you do, and when you leave, I'll Skype you every night. I swear. We'll make this work. I care too much about you, Lily. I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. It's not happening." When Luke finished talking I kissed him. I kissed him like the world was ending and I wanted to spend my last moments with him like that; just kissing. Kissing with a passion that made it seem like our mouths were blended together. There was no distinguishing where his hands ended and my waist began, or where my fingers ended and his hair began. We were blended together into one passionate, lust filled being. My nerve endings were on fire and every touch on my skin sent a jolt of electricity through me.

This was all new to me, but I wasn't sure if it was new to Luke. He moved his mouth from mine and to my neck, mumbling into my skin, "This is so different from anything I've ever done." I just moaned lightly as he gave me a hickey on my collarbone.

"Lily," he mumbled, his lips brushing against my skin. "I promise I won't hurt you, but are you ready for this? Really?"

His lips and fingertips felt so soft and gentle against my skin that I could help but gasp out, "Yes. Yes, Luke. I'm ready, a-and I want you."