loser //l.h.

6:Confessing

Ever POV:

I felt trapped in this city.  It's been nearly two months since I moved here and I honestly missed being home. I lived in a small town with a few cows and sunny weekends. The school was tiny and everybody knew everybody, simple as that.

But in New York it was so different. Gray clouds were towering above me nearly everyday and I felt like my clothes were never really dry. Yellow cars seemed to follow me everywhere I went and the business people never left the city.

I avoided Luke for over a month now. He sometimes texted me, mostly memes, but I never replied. His last text was from last Tuesday.

I googled the band and it shocked me. They were famous. Like famous famous.

I never was into the whole celebrity thing, I barely watched TV. I only heard of Lady Gaga once and it was as she dressed like meat or something, I can't remember.

But as I saw his sharp cheekbones, sleeve tattoos and slightly anorexic legs I just couldn't imagine him on the red carpet surrounded by flashlights and cameras.

He didn't belong there. There was always something in his eyes that I couldn't read. But today I realized it was anxiety.

He was afraid of the world and I wanted to see him again to tell him there's nothing to be afraid of.

But I was the last person to tell him.

I didn't leave the house in three days now. Of course my parents didn't notice. I felt powerless and hopeless. It's like I'm slowly giving in.                                                                                                       I needed to see Luke again. Yes, I was angry, but when I was with him I felt hope. It was weird.

I rolled out of bed and ran a bath. Tonight was Halloween and as I looked out of the window I was impressed. Fog crept everywhere and the city looked lonely for the first time ever. It was like 4am and I was awake all night.  My eyes were heavy but a bath would help. My feet stepped in the hot water and as I laid in the tube and the scent of lilies laid thick in the room, my eyes closed for a few hours.

"Ev, open the door", a soft voice said,"School starts in an hour." Mother. My eyes flew open and I mumbled:"Gimme a moment."

I yawned and let the water flow in to the sewerage. My numb, warm body was hugged by a big towel and I stretched my arms. I brushed my teeth really quick and unlocked the door. 

Green eyes, honey skin and blond hair. My mother was pretty, you couldn't deny it. But her life was so cliche. She was  a cheerleader at her school, married my dad,who was the quarterback and they lived happily ever after(see what I did there).Both of them were successful  in school,college and work. They wanted twins, a boy and a girl, who they would raise in LA. Yeah, that didn't happen. They were stuck with me. My older sister Hannah worked in Germany , something with politics, I don't know really. I wasn't close with them and I really didn't care, how I said before.

"Good morning, Darling",she smiled at me as I left the bathroom. "Morning", I said and headed in my room.  7 am. I dialed Luke's number.

Luke POV:

RING RING RING

I groaned extremely loudly and nearly fell out of my tiny bed. Who would call me at midnight? At least, it felt like midnight. I grabbed blindly after my phone as I slid tiredly the accept button.

"Hello", I slurred.

"Hi loser"

My heart stopped and I was wide awake. Her voice. I hadn't heard her voice in a long time, at least three weeks. 

"Hi Ever", I smiled to myself.

"I come over in ten", she said. She didn't even ask which was typical for her, she just assumed that I had time. Well,she wasn't wrong.

"Okay", I said and the line went dead. I sprung out of bed and ran to the  bathroom. I got ready in a rush as quietly as I could because the boys were still sleeping. They were heavy sleepers but I was careful, they couldn't know I was going to meet Ever again. In their apartment.

 The bell rang and I cursed. I hope the boys were still sleeping. I wiped my hands on my plaid shirt and opened the door. And there she was pretty as always. Her damp hair looked darker than usual but other than that  she looked the same and as I saw her dirty Nikes I grinned.

"Come in", I said with a bit of a shaky voice and stepped aside to let her in. She walked in and I followed her in my room, I didn't want to know how she knew that it was my room.                                 I closed the door and breathed out,leaning against the door. She was sprawled out on my bed, laying on her stomach. Her skirt was a bit pulled up and I could see her butt in her black underwear.              She kicked her feet out of her shoes and they fell on the floor. She turned around and I quickly shifted my gaze to her face.

"Come lay with me", her arm reached for my hand and because the room was so tiny she could grab it . Her little hand wrapped around three of my fingers, the two others didn't fit in her hand. I smiled and lowered myself onto the bed , laying on the side. I tried to keep a bit of space between us but she started  stroking my cheek. My skin tingled and her scent filled the room. Her face was so close and her touch was everything I could sense. It was crazy how effective her present was. 

Ever POV:

I liked touching him. Feeling his stubble, seeing his reaction. It made me smile. I could literally do anything and he would swoon. Right now I was laying on top of him, my hands tangled in his hair and our faces too close. He was so shy , it didn't fit his look at all. But I liked it. I sat up and set my hands on his plaid shirt. I buttoned it opened, revealing his hard torso. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at me.

"Ever..", was all he could say. My hands trailed over his chest to his stomach and stopped at his showing waistband of his boxers. I loved to tease him.                                                                            In a swift movement he flipped us over with him kneeling over me. I giggled ,wrapping my arms around his neck. His nose touched mine and his breath fastened.
And after ten years I got my second kiss. And I could never compare the quick peck from Carter to this sensation. Our lips were moving in sync and after a few moments I couldn't tell were Luke began and Ever ended.                                  His hands cupped my face and I let him touch it. I would let him touch everything right now. Hormones were rushing through my body and I kissed him deeper, harder.                                         My legs wrapped around his lower half and his left hand was on my right leg, wandering up and down. I didn't care if he was a famous band member  or an awkward six feet tall young man. I wanted him. And that was all that counted right now.