Not Fine at All (Luke Hemmings a.u.)

Chapter 14

LUCEY'S POV

No nightmares. For the first time in forever, my sleep was totally void of those tortuously vivid recollections. And I felt absolutely amazing. I opened my eyes and smiled contentedly as the warm glow of light began streaming in through the window, still exceedingly thankful for the night Luke and I had spent together.

Luke hadn't intended on staying with me at first, but after thinking it over, we both decided that we'd be safer staying in the room and avoiding a caring but very nosy Calum. So, following a little more kissing and making up, I had changed into my pajamas and Luke had stripped down to his boxers, both of us climbing into bed. And that was how we woke the next morning; legs intertwined, my head resting on Luke's shoulder, his hands on my back.

I nuzzled myself closer to him and felt his breathing change as he woke. Hopefully this morning went a little better than the last time... Pulling back to look at him, I propped myself up on my elbow and examined his features. He looked so cute, his brow furrowed and his nose scrunched as he fought for his sleep. A light dusting of stubble covered his chin and up his jaw, a sign that he had neglected to shave the past few days. His lips parted slightly as he sighed.

"Stop staring at me," he whispered. My cheeks heated up as I was taken back by his words. How could he tell?

"I-I wasn't staring," I lied, uncomfortably shifting my gaze down at the sheets.

"Mhmm," he mumbled sarcastically as his eyes fluttered open.

"I wasn't," I insisted, slapping him lightly on the arm.

"It's not like a blame you. I mean, I am pretty hot," he chuckled as he jokingly flexed his arm.

"No, you're not," I said flatly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Boo, you whore." I cringed at his use of the word, but ignored it and moved on.

Reaching out to brush my fingertips across his jaw, I giggled at his confused expression. "You look too homeless to be hot," I laughed. "When was the last time you even shaved?"

He looked up at the ceiling as he tried to remember. "I don't know. Like, Tuesday." 

I quirked an eyebrow.

"Hey, I've had other things on my mind the past few days," he said, suddenly looking more serious as he traced a finger across my cheek, making me blush again.

We sat there in silence for a moment, just happy in each other's presences, before I spoke. "I'm glad I have you," I said quietly. 

I meant it too, beyond just someone to keep me warm at night. It felt so nice having Luke's friendship back and being able to confide in him. I was amazed at the absolute 180 turn of events, but thankful that we were working it out. Maybe someday we could get back to where we were before. 

"I'm glad I have you too," Luke replied with a smirk.

A question nagged at the back of my mind and I struggled to figure out a way to voice it. "So um. Where does this leave us?" I finally inquired boldly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, one minute we're on speaking terms and then the next we're cuddling in bed like everything's fine. I guess I was just kind of wondering if this is for real this time." I was trying to explain how I felt without sounding offensive, but I didn't know if it was working or not.

I nervously chewed on the inside of my cheek while I waited to hear Luke's response. He was quiet as he thought, and the anticipation nearly killed me. Finally, he looked at me with such intensity in his deep blue eyes that I was almost afraid. Then, without warning, he leaned over and kissed me right on the mouth. I was stunned to say the least, but it didn't take long for my lips to move in synch with his.