"No. You know what Luke? You don't get to decide that for me!" You shouted back taking a step closer to him, pointing at him with your finger resting on his chest. You watch as Luke's entire demeanour changes. He no longer looked so tall, his large broad shoulders were hunched over, his face softer. That protruding vein on his neck, slowly fading. He stepped back slightly, shocked at your outburst. You weren't quite sure who was it shocked more nonetheless, you were not going to let this stop you.
"This relationship, involves me too Luke. You can't just shut me out then suddenly decide that you want out because you're scared you'll hurt me!" Now it's your fingers that have tangled themselves in your hair. Anything to stop them from shaking. You look back at Luke, you've both stopped crying now, partly due to that outburst and partly due to there not being any tears left in either of your bodies. Taking a step towards him once again you breathlessly mumble "you're so afraid of hurting me that you'd rather walk away from us. But can't you see that this is hurting me?"
Luke's gaze falls to the floor as he slings onto the arm of the couch. This "monster" is no longer here, he now just looks like a broken man. A shell of himself. Reaching over you softly grab his hand, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb lightly softly whispering "Luke, I'm not walking away from us". You stare down at him, standing in between his legs, trying to gage his response. Nothing. With that you guide your free hand up from your side to his cheek, cupping it. The golden haired boy responds by lifting his head, meeting your gaze, whispering "(y/n) I- I'm so bad... for you" his lips falling into a frown.
You bite the inside of your cheek as you feel the stinging in your eyes again, threatening more tears. Your thumb gently rubbing his cheek, feeling his stubble under it, mumbling "you don't get it, Luke. I'm staying right here, with you. You may have your demons, but so do I and I'm here standing in your corner, fighting yours for you. But I can't fight you too, Luke". Before you could even finish your sentence, Luke had snaked his arm around your waist pulling you even closer to him, making you giggle slightly. You watch as the blonde boy presses his face into the crook of your neck, purposely brushing his stubble against your skin making another giggle leave you lips.
"No more tears please" Luke lips pressed against your shoulder, his low voice causing shivers to run down your spine. You run your fingers through his hair, lightly wrapping his curls around your fingers, nodding "no more tears, Lukey".
You look down at your boyfriend, his ocean blue eyes staring right back into yours, a smile smile forming on his lips.
"I'm sorry, (y/n). I'm so sor-" you press your finger to his lips, stopping him causing his smile to grow, before mumbling
"I love you, darling" against your finger.
"I love you too... breadstick" a laugh escapes your lips upon hearing Luke groan at the nickname sending you both into a tiresome but much needed fit of laughter.
