Letters from Luke

note fourteen.

Hey there! (Instert my cheeky ass grin here)

Calum and I went to the club yesterday. 

It was really scary for me to be honest.

Everybody shaking their ass in my face, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads and dripping down their oily faces, and girls throwing their boobs in my face. 

I was polite. 

I promise I didn't stare at them. 

But there was a girl that reminded me of you. 

She had the same texture of hair as you, same colored eyes, and same type of personality. It was nice talking to her because I had this connection that felt like I was talking to you. 

Your on the other side of the world, and I'm here in Australia. It's Thanksgiving soon and I was wondering if you're going to come fly here to visit for the holidays. Seeing your stupid face would make my life a million times better. 

I was thinking that whenever you come back to visit your family and friends, that maybe you would be up for those days where we just sat down and tuned out to my guitar. 

Like the way I would sit behind you, and your back pressed against my chest. You would watch my fingers hold each threats, and the other hand holding the guitar pick strumming through the strings. 

I would teach you new songs to play for hours. Seeing you getting frustrated and annoyed when you couldn't get the correct notes right made me realize that you look really adorable with your eyebrows furrowed together and your bottom lip tucked in as you bit it. 

I remembered the first day you started biting your lip just like I did. 

I would always bite my bottom lip just because it was a little habit of mine. Soon, my habit rubbed off on you and I noticed you would bite your lip after you laughed or smiled. 

I'm kind of craving pizza right now. 

I would order it, but I know that if I order pizza by myself then little shit Calum will eat it all and leave me a piece or two. Fuck. 

But whenever you do decide to come visit, 

please stop by and visit me. 

It's been a week since I left your dorm room. 

I'm missing you again, damnit. 

Smile, alright?

I know I tell you that a lot, but I just like seeing you smile. 

Sincerely,

Letters from Luke.