Hatred / l.h ✔️

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~Iris' POV~

Although his house didn't seem very huge on the outside, it was incredibly cute. It was painted a soft gray and I noticed it had two stories, his hand grasping mine as he led me up the porch stairs. The front door was light brown and, as he opened it, I saw it led immediately into an entry way wherein you could see the stairs that led upstairs.

To the right of the entryway was a pair of double glass doors, which led into an office space. Down past the start of the stairs was a hallway, which led to a spare bathroom and the laundry room. To the left of the entryway was the living room, consisting of two couches, a coffee table, and a large flat-screen TV that sat on top of a TV stand.

Luke led me into the living room and into the kitchen, since there was a connecting doorway between the two. I looked around curiously, noticing that the kitchen was incredibly white, which made me think it'd be hard to keep clean, but it looked spotless. There was a little square shaped island in the middle of the kitchen, the counter-tops made of a light gray marble. Right to the left, there was a small dining room table. "C'mon, doll face." He chuckled, noticing the way I was studying everything.

I smiled and happily followed behind him as he led me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. We took a right and then a left to go down the hallway, passing one or two spare rooms before we reached his room.

His room was painted a light grey-blue and had dark brown wood floors, a deep blue rug in the middle of his floor. The bed was a simple platform bed with a white frame, his sheets also a deep blue. His blankets were grey and so were most of his pillows, though there were a few that were the same deep blue color as his sheets. Mounted up above his bed was a circular shaped object, which I had at first thought was a mirror, but when I looked at it I realized it wasn't.

It was actually a piece of artwork, not a mirror. It looked to be made of glass and was created to look like an actual moon, different shades of grey and black infused to make it more realistic. The waning gibbous moon was the cycle it was made to be in, the right part of the glass made a deep black. I'd never seen anything like it in anyone's room, but it was really pretty.

On the left side of his bed was a nightstand that had a little plant as well as a lamp. Mounted on the wall across from his bed was a flat-screen TV, and below that was a white dresser that had a few cologne, a deodorant, and what looked like a jewelry box on the surface of the dresser. To the right of his bed, there was a door that led into the bathroom and, right across from it on the other side of the room, there was a door to his closet. "This is my room." He hummed, his thumb lightly rubbing the back of my hand.

A smile pulled at my lips and I looked up at him, sliding closer to him. When I released the hold I had on his hand, he pouted, but it went away when I slid my arms around his waist. His eyes glimmered happily and he pulled me closer, my chest pushing against him. "You've got a nice house." I complimented, softly trailing my fingers up and down the length of his spine.

He grinned happily and picked me up, my legs winding around his waist as he carried me towards his bed. "How would you like to stay the night in this nice house?" He teased, climbing into bed with me in his arms still. I smiled up a him as he dropped me onto my back in his bed, my body being met with the soft fabric of his blankets. "Here?" I grinned, my hands sliding down to his chest as he held himself over me. "Mhm. Here, with me." He confirmed, nodding.

I nodded, my eyes searching his while I peered up at him. "I guess I could do that." I muttered, trying to hide my smile. I had missed him so much, and I'd have loved nothing more than to spend the night with him.

"You guess?" He repeated, his legs on either side of my body as he straddled me. I reached up and tucked one of his stray curls back, grinning. "I believe that's what I said." I confirmed. He grabbed my wrists and lightly pinned them down into his pillows, smiling. "So cute." He cooed softly, ducking his head down to be closer to me. His lips brushed mine and I exhaled sharply, wishing he'd kiss me. It'd been too long.