When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

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It was the guy from Ingles. Ingles.

He looked at her and waved, smiling. Being the idiot she is, she looked behind herself incase he was waving at someone else. When she turned back to look at him, he gave her a questioning look.

"Were you waving at me?" She asked.

"I think that's what I was doing, yes." He said, still smiling. She had only just then noticed that he had a lip ring, adding to his hotness.

She blushed, and looked at Lila. Lila smirked. "Well," she started, "you haven't tickled me, so I guess he is cute."

Stella's eyes widened, and she quickly turned to her younger sister. "Lila, please be quiet."

Now Luke was smirking, and he approached Stella. "So, you think I'm cute?" He said, getting far too close to her face. She felt herself get hot all over and she opened her mouth to reply but (much to her delight--or not--she still didn't know) Thomas walked in, and she suddenly wondered where he was the whole time.

"Thomas!" She greeted, no longer in close proximity to the hot Aussie boy. "Where were you?" She hugged him, his minty scent invading her nostrils.

"I was taking a serious shit."

"Oh, Tom." She said.

"No, I am for real. That shit looked like a snake. If I were you, I wouldn't go in there for a while."

She pushed away her older brother, laughing in the process. He laughed along with her, and decided to introduce his nice-looking friend.

"Oh, Stell, this is Luke. Luke, this is my sister, Istella."

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you, Istella." He said, taking her hand and kissing it gently. She blushed, and felt like a retard for doing so. But I mean, this Luke boy, he is a little bit (or a-lot-a-bit) on the sexy side, so when a super duper sexy guy kisses your hand, you get all flustered. It's just science.

"Stella, just Stella. Or Is, Is's fine, too." She replied hurriedly. He chuckled, still holding her hand. Tom cleared his throat, and Stella quickly took her hand out of Luke's.

"I-I...sorry." she said, looking down at her shoes.

"Oh, don't be. It was a pleasure." He grinned, and Stella almost put her hand out in front of her eyes so that his bright, white teeth wouldn't shine in her eyes and affect her eyesight. That, of course, would be an over-exaggeration.

She suddenly felt very self-conscious, seeing as in she was in fluffy, white pyjamas(that had little, black bows printed on them) and a tank that showed a lot of her belly. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't so fond of showing skin.

She quickly left, leaving her sister with the two older males.

"Oh, my word." She said breathlessly, placing a hand on her chest while walking into her room; he had her stomach doing flips and her heart fluttering.

A moment later, Lila walked in, and climbed on the bed. Again.

"You!" Stella said accusingly. "You're a little meanie!"

The little girl giggled.

"Hey, why didn't you give your dad a hug?" Stella asked, speaking of earlier, when the little one unenthusiastically side-hugged her father.

"Because, Stella. He's mean. Well, at least you seem to think so. If you won't like him, I won't like him." She said sternly. Sitting "criss-cross-applesauce" on the bed.

Hearing Lila say that made Stella feel a tad bit guilty. She didn't have to like him; they're not even related. Lila, however, is his daughter, and Stella couldn't handle knowing that her little sister doesn't like her dad because she doesn't like him.

She scooted closer, and engulfed Lila's fragile, petite body, her face burried in Stella's neck.

"Li-Li, you can't just do that. Your daddy loves you, and just because I don't like him, doesn't mean you have to dislike him as well." She took a deep breath. She didn't want to say it, but she was gonna have to if she wanted to do the right thing. "I don't even dislike him. He's a great guy. He tries to be nice to me, but I push him away."

"Why?" Lila asked, gazing at her big sister's elegant eyes.

"Because," Stella started, "I'm scared."

"But why?" Lila asked again, still gazing. Stella chuckled, but responded.

"I don't want to get hurt. My dad was a meanie. He was a meanie to my-our mom, to our brother-"

"Tommy? Your dad was a meanie to Tommy?"

"Yes." She sighed deeply, "He was also a meanie to me. And what I'm scared of, Li-Li, is that if I start to trust and love your dad, he'll be mean to me, too."

"How was he a meanie?"

"You'll understand one day."

"Oh,"

"Yeah."

"My daddy won't be mean to you, he loves you."

Stella smiled.

"I know," Stella said, "and even though I never say it, and probably won't say it anytime soon, I love him, too." Lila was already long gone, asleep in Stella's arms. Stella put Lila next to her and turned off the lamp. She lifted the comforter, covering both her and Lila, and fell asleep with a smile on her face..

What she didn't know, was that James had already heard. He went to get Lila to put her to sleep, but stopped when he heard Stella ask why he didn't get his hug. He smiled, and headed downstairs. He sat on the couch with his beautiful wife, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled contently, and leaned into him as he put his arm around her.