Complete Mess {Luke Hemmings}

four.

Luke's

Dear Lucas,

Why do you have such an ugly name? Why Lucas? Why not Lucifer- oh wait that's your middle name. Anyways, I hate your name. Do you know that?

Love, 

Zara.

Was I supposed to feel offended by this note or write back a reply? I am honestly not so truthfully confused right now. Is she expecting a reply or is this one of her random notes? I questioned myself almost every night, wondering why am I even friend with her. Was it because she never agrees to my opinions, or that she always comes to me when she's in trouble, maybe because I'm hot and she's secretly in love with me. Okay maybe the last one without the in love part. She's like a little sister to me. 

We received our final year exam results two weeks ago and might I say that mine weren't as bad I thought it would be. Zara's was better than me, but her mom obviously didn't think the same. Zara came to my house in the middle of the night with red puffy eyes that day. Her mother scolded her and told her things my mom never told me. I was so close to storm over her house and put up a fight but she begged me not to. 

I could hear faint callings of my name from downstairs, Ms. Hemmings invited her boyfriend and wanted to have lunch with him and me. I ran my fingers through my hair and hurried to the dining room. Dian was setting up the table with two maids helping her. I shooed her so that she could get ready. She pecked my cheeks and smiled gratefully before running to her room. 

Someone knocked on the door which I guessed would be her boyfriend. I told the maids that I would open the door and they nodded, and went to back to their jobs. I opened the door and tried looking intimidating but the figure in front of me wasn't fazed at all. I scowled and tried closing the door at the person but too late.

"I'm not that happy seeing you here Zara," I groaned and she rolled her eyes at me.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me," 

She rolled her eyes at me again, but I didn't get to scold her as someone knocked on the door again. I opened the door and glared at the guy standing in front of me. He was almost the same height as me. He has chocolate eyes but I don't think he's Asian. Well Calum isn't too but he has chocolate eyes too. 

"I'm not Asian if you're wondering, and no, I don't know why they are chocolate either," 

I smirked and stepped aside letting him enter, "I like you already. Come on in, Dian should be down in a minute or two,"

"By a minute or two, did you mean half an hour?" He raised his eyebrows at me and we laughed.

"I'm Luke-" I glared at Zara who just shrugged, "Not Lucas, don't listen to her,"

"Dylan, Dylan O'Brien," He smiled and we shook hands.

"Can we skip the protective brother speech? Cause you guys are older than me and pretty much already have your lives planned out than me. Skip to the end. Hurt her and you'll face my wrath, though I think our other brothers would do that since," I went closer to him and said in a low voice, "As you can see I'm not much of a muscle man," 

He chuckled and raised his hands, "She is literally my heart, if I hurt her, I'm killing myself. I love her," 

"Good because I don't believe in violence anyways," I shrugged and went over to Zara.

We talked for a bit while before Dian came down and hugged him. Do some kissing here and there and 'I miss you's and other shits. Zara and I made faces and walked to our seats. She's sitting beside me as the couple sat opposite of us. It was a weird but decent lunch, we get along pretty well and Dylan was a cool guy. 

Zara dragged me to my room, she said to leave the couple alone. She lay down on the bed as I went over to my desk to take out the note. 

"Are you expecting for a reply from me?" I peered over my shoulder and saw her playing with her phone.

"Not really, just wanted you to know how much I hate your name. That's all," I groaned and make a face at her, "Lucas is not even my name!"

Zara raised her eyebrows at me, "Why isn't it your name? It's as ugly as you are,"

"Well because my mother obviously know I'm not going to be ugly," I smirked at her and sat next to her, "Then why are you named Zara? You're not a princess or anything," 

"Well because obviously my mother know someone is going to treat me like a princess," She winked and scooted closer to me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She shook her head but relaxed nonetheless. My chin was on her head as she played with my fingers on her belly. I closed my eyes and clear my mind. I was a bit sleepy as the band had late night practice and after coming back home I had a movie marathon. 

Zara turned around and settled her hands on my chest. I looked down at her and chuckled when I saw her face. Her eyelids weren't fully close, which was actually a bit creepy but still cute. Her lips was pressed in a thin line and her nose twitched every time I move my arms around. I chuckled when she murmured something along the line of 'chocolate need hungry' and 'ugly hate him'. I think the latter was meant for me, but let's not put myself down. 

I woke up a few hours later but Zara was nowhere to be found. I heard the shower and let out a relief sigh. I took off my shirt as it was suddenly so hot. Contemplating whether should I or shouldn't I take off my pants, I mean it is my room. But Zara was still here. Nevermind, she had seen me in only boxers for thousands of times already. I threw the pants and shirt to God knows where and jumped on the bed. 

I kicked away the blankets and imagined myself making a snow angel. Moving my arms and feet, which were too long for the bed. I fell off the bed when I rolled to the side, I thought there was still some space. I heard a laugh and slowly peered over the edge of the bed. Zara was standing in front of the bathroom door with my shirt and basketball shorts on. I half smiled and got up, dusting off my pants and stood confidently. 

I scratched my head and coughed. She looked at me with a smug smile and her hands on her waist. I rolled my eyes and walked up to her. I didn't see the pile of shirt lying on the floor and I fell down, again. Zara laughed and shook her head when I glared at her from the floor. I hit the floor and pushed myself up. I flicked her forehead but that didn't stop her from laughing at me.

"Fell in love with the floor huh?" 

Dear Zara,

I hate the name Lucas too, wow we have something in common. But I don't hate your name, Scarlett Zara. I like your name. I like how it sounds so perfect. Do you know that?

Love,

Luke not Lucas

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Hi there! I'm sorry for not updating last week, I slept over at my cousin's house and I forgot to copy the chapter I wrote on my dad's laptop. Anyways, yes a new character revealed! Dylan O'Brien, since my mind isn't really in the condition to come up with names I just went with his real name. Hope you guys like this update! Comments are loved~