It's Just A Cafe || Luke Hemmings

chapter 8

Mac's POV

I can't breathe.

Something is crushing my upper body. My mind is slowly waking up and in the process my eyes open and observe the room.

Literally, why the hell am I looking around my own room. I wake up to this everyday. Wow. Okay.

I looked at my upper body, being slightly scared of the blond hair that filled my vision.

Ahh, now I remember. Thunderstorms. Me singing. Luke. It all made sense.

The thunderstorms were still going on. It was still dark since the charcoal clouds covered the sun and sky, leaving nothing but slight darkness. It may not even be morning. I don't fucking know.

I could hear the rain still pounding down. I've always been able to sleep through thunderstorms. I started to fall back asleep, shuffling slightly trying to regain my comfortable position.

I finally settled about two inches to my right. Not that much of a difference but that area of the pillow was cold and I love cold pillows.

I sighed quietly, a clap of house shaking thunder sounded and I jumped slightly and so did Luke. He started to lift his head up and whimper softly.

I'm assuming he slept through the whole night, hoping that was the case. Just in case he didn't, I started "shh"ing him and running my hands through his hair. He moved off of me and to my right.

"I'm awake" He spoke, his voice raspy.

"I'm still tired, come here please.." He held his arms out like giving a hug, his eyes still closed.

"Pweaseee" He pouted, now poking his bottom lip out.

"Screw it." He reached for me and pulled me into his chest. Me on my right side and him on his left.

"Hi." He said. I'm so confused right now it's actually funny.

"Can we go back to sleep?" He asked me, his eyes never opening the whole time.

"Sure."

But I didn't fall asleep. I closed my eyes but my mind was wide awake. Why did I feel so content in his arms? Why do I feel safe?

Questions jumbled up in my mind and I didn't know how to answer them.

So, I just went back to sleep.

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My eyes opened for the second time this morning. Scanning my all to similar room. I moved my eyes to the right, expecting to see Luke but finding the sheets pulled back.

My face contorted into a confused expression as I searched around the room. I noticed my bathroom door shut and the light peeking through the bottom.

I sat there for about another 30 seconds until the light shut off and the door opened. Luke walked out, humming an almost silent tune. He looked up and we made eye contact.

He took two freakishly long strides across my room and jumped onto my bed. He sat up, repositioning his legs into a pretzel form and smiled.

"Good morning sunshine!" He cheerily sang.

"The sun isn't shining." I replied blankly.

"Does it look like I give a fuck? Good lord you are such a party pooper." He replied with a stare.

"We aren't at a party either." I giggled.

"Well okay then. I see how you are." He turned his back on me while crossing his arms.

I bursted out laughing. Rolling onto my sides and holding my stomach.

My phone started ringing.

I reached for it on my side table and noticed it was my mom.

"Hello!" I sang into the phone.

"Good morning, sweetheart! Just wanted to let you know I had an emergency meeting at work but there are donuts downstairs." She told me.

"Thanks mom. Love you! BYE!" I hung up the phone as fast as my thumb could and ran downstairs.

Sliding down the stairs, I bolted into the kitchen and searched for the donut box. Once it was spotted, I jumped to it and opened the lid. My mouth watered at the site of the pastry treats.

"What the hell was that?" Luke ran into the kitchen, panting from following me.

All I did was turn around with my mouth full and my now half a donut in my hands to answer his question.

Realization came to his eyes and he pushed me out of the way to retrieve his donut.

"I like donuts." I commented.

"They are good aren't they?" Luke responded.

"Yes yes. Very good."