Mrs All American - luke

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"Luke, are you okay?" I ask him as I watch him pace back and fourth in his room. Even from where he's standing, I can see the way his hands shake as he runs them through his hair.

"No, does it look like I am?" He scoffs and I look away from him, nodding. I get that he's nervous, but I don't like it when he snaps at me like this.

Luke sighs and then stops pacing for just a moment before he makes his way over to me. He kneels in front of me, his torso between my legs.

I place my hands on either side of his face and he sighs again."It's okay. You're nervous, I get it," I tell him quietly when he's about to say something. I know he was about to apologize, but he really doesn't need to.

I don't know how tonight will go, I don't even have one single possible clue, but I hope things go well. Luke needs this, he needs closure from his dad even if he refuses to admit it.

"I don't think nervous justifies what I'm feeling," he tries to laugh. "I'm fucking terrified."

"I know," I whisper, "but it's okay if you are. I mean, who wouldn't be?"

"Can we just lay here?" He asks me quietly and I nod. We lay back together on the bed our sides, facing each other. "Sam?"

"What, babe?"

"Will you hold me?" Luke whispers as he looks down at his hands and I smile even though he can't see me. "I wanna be the little spoon, though," he mumbles and turns around so that his back is pressed up against my front.

I wrap an arm aroud him and he sighs as my forehead presses against the back of his neck. His hand takes mine and he laces our fingers together, moving our hands up so they rest against his chest. I feel his heartbeat there, it's pouding in his chest and I don't know why. Maybe he's still nervous about his dad.

Luke's dad is supposed to be over at four, which is in two hours. I don't know why he's asked me to be here with him, but I'm glad he did. It makes me happy that he trusts me, especially with something like this since it took him so long to open up to me about it. And I love him for that, I really do. Getting to know Luke hasn't been easy, I don't know if it ever will be, but something about him just keeps pulling me in. I want to know everything about him, even if it takes him time to tell me.

Even if he doesn't know it, I'd wait for him.

Before I know it, Luke has fallen asleep. I lift my head up a bit so that I can get a better look at him. He looks so relaxed and at ease, the complete opposite of how he was acting a few moments ago. I decide that maybe I should just let him sleep for a while, maybe that will help him feel better after he wakes up.

So I leave the room and go downstairs so that I can join Calum in the living room. Ashton and Michael are currently out, doing who knows what, and I don't know when they'll be back. Luke said something earlier about Ashton ''being a dick" about this whole thing with his dad, which is probably why he was upset a few days ago. I don't know all the details about Luke and Ashton's friendship, but I have heard that they seem to bump heads a lot. I don't know why, but I guess it's because Ashton is older and sees things differently.

"Hey, Calum," I say as I sit down next to him. He's watching an episode of America's Next Top Model, which automatically makes me think about India and Becca, who are obssesed with the show.

"Oh, hey!" He exclaims and quickly changes the channel so the TV is playing something else. It makes me laugh and when I look over at him, his face has turned red. "I was flipping through the channels."

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone," I whisper, poking his cheek.

"Okay, because it's getting good," Calum says and changes the channel back to ANTM. I've only seen it a few times, but I never really got into it. "Where's Luke?" He asks, his eyes set on the TV. Eventually I watch the show with him.