The City // l.h

☯ Chapter 3 ☯

Where did that beautiful boy even come from? Ha and I though he was my brother, what a mistake. Well lucky for me since we moved here in the middle of the week, my dad and the school decided that I should start next Monday to make it easier to "adjust to the surroundings". Which I don't even understand because I was a senior in my other school, but whatever now I have three extra days to fantasize about the living angel that is in my area.

Back home it would be six o'clock in the morning, but the current time here is 10:00 pm. So you could say I traveled back in time by like eight hours, which means its yesterday. I'm surprisingly not that tired, but all this thinking is making my head hurt so I decide to go lay down and ask Luke about anything I should know for Monday.

Me: "Hey there, um is there anything I should know before I start school on Monday? Sorry if this wakes you, I'm new to your strange timezone lol." He answers back almost immediately.

Your favorite Aussie ;): "Yeah, there actually is. Do you want to come over? And don't make fun of my timezone! haha." Is he out of his mind?! We just met today,not even for half an hour and he is inviting me over his house at 10:30 pm! For all he knows I could be a psycho maniac who kills for the fun of it. A small ding sounds in my ear making me jump slightly as I return back from the far away land of my thoughts.

Your favorite Aussie ;): "I've heard of New Yorkers tending to be on the rude and crazy side, your not one of them are you?" He says almost reading my thoughts.

Me: "No, at least I don't think so... lol. Are you sure I can come over?"

Your favorite Aussie ;): "Of course, as long as you bring a pizza." What? Why does this boy think I'll just go out and buy a pizza for him this late.

Me: "What? Where would I even get a pizza? What kind of pizza?"

Your favorite Aussie ;): "Check your fridge ;P" Even though this is a little creepy, I still do what he says and roll of my bed in search of a pizza. I quietly walk threw the hallways making sure to not make any awakening sounds around my dad's room and head towards the kitchen. I slowly open the fridge, scared of thinking something will jump out, and sure enough there is a brown, square pizza box with a chubby Italian man on the front. I quickly text the mysterious Luke Hemmings.

Me: "How did you know there was a pizza in my fridge?"

Your favorite Aussie ;): "Is it pepperoni?"

Me: "Yes..."

Your favorite Aussie ;): "Good, because I put it there. Now come over here quick, I don't like to wait when pizza is a part of the plan." I smile and quickly shove on my black vans and a jacket, walking quietly out the door with a pizza in my hands.

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I walk around the neighborhood in the dark like an idiot forgetting that I have no idea where Luke lives. Like the mind reader he is, he texts me his address before I can even type "where".

I make sure that I have the number right three times before I tell him I'm here. After standing in the dark for what seemed like forever, I finally hear the door click open and see blonde locks peaking through the door. He greets me with a warm smile and takes the box from my hands. "What a surprise, you showed up!" He jokes and leads me downstairs to his basement I'm assuming.

"Bienvenido al cuarto de Luke!" He beams setting down the pizza offering me to explore his room. Might I add he sounds extremely sexy with a Spanish accent.

I linger around his room looking at all the little trinkets he had around, slowly running my fingers across the top of the pictures he had on his desk. My fingertips finding their way to the neck of his guitar cautiously plucking at the strings, feeling the vibrations up threw my arm. Smiling at the memories of my dad playing the guitar while my mom softly sang me a bedtime lullaby when i was a small child. "You like?" Luke says from behind me with a mouth full of pizza. "Oh, uh yeah. You play?"

He swallows before speaking. "Sometimes. Like when my mind is just all over the place and I don't know what to do, I use it as a way to express my thoughts." There was a pause of silence of us just staring at each other, until he spoke up. "So uh, what did you want to talk about?" His voice raspy with a thick accent making him sound exhausted. "Anything I should know about the school I will be attending in a couple days." I said rather quietly looking at his beautiful eyes, but still taking in my surroundings. He motioned for me to sit on his bed, and i did as told sitting down crisscross applesauce but at the foot of the bed while his tall figure laid down next to me with his feet adjacent to my knees.

"Well the first thing you should know is that it is defiantly all about first impressions. When did you say you were starting?" I sit there for a second still looking around.

"What? Oh, Monday." I smiled.

"Okay, good. We have a while to get you prepared. So now you can tell me a little about yourself." He returns my smile with a bigger, more childish one.

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We talked and laughed and ate pizza for hours, until some topic came up that made me confess about all the classic movies I've never seen . "What?! You've never seen Dumb and Dumber?" Luke almost squeals.

"Nope." I say popping the 'p'.

"Well, we'll have to fix that..." He says looking around the room for something. "Ah! there it is." His smile brightens while holding up the DVD to show me. "You wanna watch it?" I know I should be getting home, but hey he has the most adorable smirk on his face that is practically pleading me to say yes. So I happily oblige and nod my head watching his smile strech farther across his face, if that's even possible.

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We probably watched half of the movie before my eyelids began to feel heavy and I could barely keep my eyes open, I checked my phone to see the time. "2:00?!" I whisper-shout and Luke turns towards me. "What ya say?" His voice groggy from being half asleep.

"I've gotta go Luke, it's two in the morning." God how I wish I could stay the night here, but that would be weird.

"Awh, well I had nice time," his head starts tilt to the side as his eyes close. "Uh, sorry I'm a bit sleepy." He apologizes.

"You don't have to apologize." I yawn. "I'm falling asleep myself." I giggle slighty making him laugh too.

"I hope we can do this again Emily. And don't let me forget to help you for Monday."

I left his house with the biggest smile, knowing that I've got at least one true friend.

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I can't wait for Lemily to happen

I'm excited for this fanfiction, lol

Be on the watch for a Harry Styles fanfiction by me ;)