I scrolled through my computer, looking for nothing in particular. Two months since Calum had left and I still had no idea where he had gone, then again, no one knew where he had gone. But I hope he's ok, I hate to think he is hurt or ill or dead, he can't be. He is slowly leaving my mind, I don't think of him as often and I haven't been as upset. I've enjoyed going to parties more, seeing friends more and I'm an overall happier person. I just wish Calum was here to see it. Luke's been great, looking after me like any good boyfriend would. Mum and dad still go on business trips nearly every weekend. But I'm okay. I've officially learned how to look after myself in a perfect way. I don't want things to go back to the way they were. I don't think anybody does.
Luke sat beside me, one arm around my waist. He was so warm, "Can we head to bed? I'm so tired."
"Are you sure that's why you want to go to bed?" I giggle, looking over at him.
He smiled, looking down and playing with the hem of my shirt. He was so perfect. Perfect in the simplest way. And the way he would make me feel like a princess and treat me like one, he's a dream man. I love him. I love Luke Hemmings. And he's given me a feeling no other boy has given me before. And my parents love him.
"We can go to bed in like, 5 minutes. You should go up and get everything ready." I grinned.
"Why? We're only going to ruin everything anyway." He winked.
"Oh my God Luke! Don't be so vulgar."
"I'm just saying the truth sweet cheeks." He smirked, standing up and stretching.
I pulled myself up, looking up at the tall figure in front of me. He kissed my nose, causing me to giggle a little. I took his hand, leading him upstairs. I was ready. I was with a perfect person and I was happy. I was totally and utterly ready.
I led him into my room, sitting him down on the bed and smiling down at him. He smiled back up, pulling me into him by my shirt. I laughed, kissing him deeply and lovingly. He kissed back, his hands roaming the back of my shirt. His hands were ticklish, causing me to squirm. He fell backwards, pulling me with him. I laughed into the kiss, my eyes meeting his. I was doing the right thing with the right person. His hands pulled on my bra, his rubbish attempt at trying to take it off. I pulled up for a moment, laughing at him and taking off my top half and throwing them across the room.
"Woah." He whispered, looking at me.
"Have you never seen boobs before?" I said, stopping myself from laughing.
"I wanted to save myself for the right person..." He said, putting his hands over his chest.
I laughed hard, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off, "I love you Luke."
"I love you too Alana. You're beautiful. Are you sure you're ready?"
I nodded, "Are you ready?"
He nodded, lifting himself up on his elbows and pulling me down a little, his hands on either side of my head. His lips were soft and the kiss was passionate and I was happy. And I was ready. Very, very ready.
I moved up quickly, looking at his confused expression, "What?"
"You said you were saving yourself for the right person. You think I'm that right person?" I blushed.
He grinned, pulling me back down onto him and kissing my nose, "I know you're the right person."
It's one thing for you to tell her she's beautiful, it's another thing to make her feel it.
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MILK
Fanfictioni drew him in my world, i write him in my lines. i want to be his girl; he was never meant as mine. i drew him in my world, he's always on my mind; i draw his every line, it hurts when he's unkind. i drew him in my world, i draw him all the time; bu...
