redamancy // l.h au

ten and a half

He waited for her. It was agonizing—standing alone in the empty kitchen when he could be helping her. He couldn't help but think it was all his fault, even though she denied it.

Luke knew it from the moment he knelt before her at the festival. Rhea's eyes were puffy and exhausted, a familiar feeling.

Before Rhea let go of his arm, his attention kept darting back and forth. From Rhea's warm fingers wrapped around his upper arm to Lindy shamelessly flirting with Calum. He didn't know why he was so interested in what his ex-girlfriend was doing when Rhea was by his side. Was he that much of an idiot?

Luke mindlessly tapped his foot, contemplating whether to check on her or not. She had been in his bathroom for nearly thirty minutes. It was nearing one a.m now and he didn't know how she'd safely get back home at this hour. The boy secretly wished she'd spend the night ( just to keep an eye on her and make sure she's okay, he told himself).

Giving in, he walked into his bedroom, lifting his hand to knock on the bathroom door. Just as he was about to, the door swung open. Rhea stood in the threshold, looking as glowing and radiant as ever.

"Oh—I'm sorry," He apologizes, backing away from the girl.

She shakes her head, yawning, "It's fine. What time is it?"

"Um, one-ish?" Luke says, looking at his watch, even though he already knew. The girl sighed, deeply. "You're welcome to sleep here for the night."

"No, no, I couldn't intrude—" Rhea looked at Luke's expression and scrunched up her nose, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope," He says, smiling. He begins walking towards the door, but Rhea stops him.

"Where're you going?"

"To get pillows and blankets," He says, strutting into the corridor. Rhea follows behind, shaking her head. Her messy curls sticking to her cheeks.

"I'll sleep on the couch, don't worry 'bout it." She slumped against the couch, closing her eyes. Luke searched through the linen closet from a pillow and a blanket.

"It's for me." He says and Rhea slowly opens one eyes, leaving the other one squeezed shut. "You're sleeping on the bed. I'll take the floor."

She rolled her eyes, knowing she wouldn't win this argument, and followed the blonde back to his room. Luke dropped the pillows and blankets in a clump on the floor and settled into it. Hesitantly, Rhea pulled down the covers of Luke's bed.

Luke looked at her as she snuggled into the comforter. His shirt was bigger than she was, but he liked how it looked on her. Even though it was a plain black T shirt, it made her look ten times for beautiful than she already was.

"What?" Rhea asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Luke snapped himself out of it and muttered, "Nothin'," She rolled her eyes (she does that too much) and laid back down on the bed. Luke did the same, staring at the ceiling.

Minutes of silence passed before Rhea spoke, "I'm sorry. I ruined your night."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You didn't ruin it, not one bit." Luke says, "I actually like it here more than there."

"I'm still sorry,"  Luke shut his eyes, sighing loudly. Rhea was quiet for a few more moments before she spoke again, "Did I say thank you? I probably did. I don't know, actually. Ugh, whatever. Thank you, Lucifer."

"I haven't explained everything to you, though." Luke admitted, guiltily.

"S'okay. You don't need to. It's not my business." She yawned.

"No," Luke pushes the covers off him and walks over to the bed, sitting down on the floor next to it, putting his back on the mattress. Rhea lay on her side behind him, eyes half closed. "I should've told you before."

She smiles, "Then what are you waiting for? Get on with it. I can only stay awake for so long."

He smirks, "Okay. Lindy. Lindy was my ex, but I know you already know that. She and I had a messy past; she couldn't see past my faults." He intertwined his fingers, "Long story short? I fell for her and she broke my heart. Cheesy, I know. But I don't know. I invested myself in music. This band became my life; it still is." He took a deep breath, "I didn't think I'd feel like that again. Like I did with her. I was afraid to. But then I met—" The guitarist turns his head to finding a sleeping Rhea.

He face was stuffed into the white pillow. Her lips were formed into a small pout, parting slightly. Her long eyelashes sent shadows down her face. "—you." He finished, reaching out to brush a strand of her dark hair from her cheek and tucking it behind her hair.

Luke let his slender fingers trace the shallows in her cheeks and her jaw line. He wanted to badly just to place little kisses up and down them.

When he finally found it in him to pull away, he pulled the covers over her and laid back onto his make-shift bed on the floor.

He didn't fall asleep till well after three a.m, but that was only because he couldn't get the image of Rhea's sleeping face out of his memory.

dis is short but dont worry bc new update either tomorrow or sunday :) x