Hatred / l.h ✔️

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~Iris' POV~

Once I had finished my pizza, Luke nudged my elbow with his to get my attention and I looked over at him while I closed the pizza box. "Hm?" I raised a brow, looking up at him. He leaned onto his hands again, looking down at the box in my hands. "You finished that fast." He said, raising his brows in surprise.

A smile hinted at my lips and I shrugged, placing the empty box behind me as I shifted around to get more comfortable. "I was hungry." I excused simply. He snorted, shaking his head. "Yeah, I could tell." He muttered, crossing his legs indian style. I rolled my eyes, shooting him the middle finger yet again. In response, he flipped it right back at me. I scowled at him, glancing down as he grabbed a marshmallow out of the bag of marshmallows in front of us and stabbed it onto one of the roasting sticks that Calum had laid out for everyone.

Now very interested, I raised my brows and looked down at the marshmallow as he began roasting it over the fire. "You gonna make yourself one or just stare at mine all night?" He asked, snickering in amusement. I sighed and grabbed one of the roasting sticks, reaching forward to grab one of the marshmallows and impale the stick through it. "I am making my own." I huffed, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I shifted forward, the heat from the fire becoming hotter the closer I neared it as I held the marshmallow up over the flames. Luke finished roasting his before mine, retracting it from the flames while I carefully rotated it over it. He broke a graham cracker and sandwiched the roasted marshmallow and some chocolate between the crackers. I eyed my own marshmallow as it turned a little more brown, waiting until I thought it was done before I pulled it away and the delicious smell fanned around me. I normally hated marshmallows, but smores were just too good to pass up. I hadn't had one in a long time.

Without even waiting for it to cool down, I went to instantly grasp the marshmallow and the second my fingers touched it, the heat flamed from the marshmallow and through my fingers. I gasped, yanking my hand away as a hiss of pain left my lips. "Jesus, doll face." Luke sighed, shaking his head. "You know how to make a smore?" He scoffed, sounding very judgmental.

I nodded, looking down at my red fingertips. The marshmallow had been so hot that it made my fingers numb, yet they hurt when I brushed them over something. "I-I do!" I snapped, blowing lightly on my fingers. "I just wasn't thinking." I admitted reluctantly, frowning. He rolled his eyes, scooting just the slightest bit closer to me. "You need me to help you?" He asked, raising a brow. I didn't get a chance to answer before he grabbed the roasting stick from me as well as a graham cracker, setting his made smore onto his knee. "I guess so, then." I muttered, frowning to myself.

He began to assemble my smore for me, breaking the cracker in half before he sandwiched the marshmallow and chocolate between both halves of the cracker. I bit my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear while he made my smore. "Here." He said, handing me the treat once it was assembled.

Hesitantly, I took the smore from him, our fingertips lightly brushing against each other. "Thank you." I whispered. I took a bite, the three different tastes of the chocolate, roasted marshmallow, and graham crackers all hitting my taste-buds. It tasted even better than I had remembered from the last time I'd had one. He only hummed in response, but his gaze danced over my face in thought before dropping to my free hand.

Luke gestured to my hand, the one that I had burnt on my marshmallow. "Is your hand okay?" He reluctantly asked.

My brows raised in surprise, not expecting the concerned question to leave his mouth. I looked over at him, licking the chocolate off of my mouth. "Um, y-yeah." I stammered, nodding. He suddenly reached over, grabbing my hand while I finished off the last of my smores. "You're sure?" He pressed, brows subconsciously furrowing together as he looked at my fingers. I nodded again. "I'm sure. It was just a little burn, no big deal." I assured, quickly slipping my hand from his larger one.