Again | Luke Hemmings

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Liz went out so she wasn't able to come over. Mum was sad because she prepared so much food. Oh well.

Luke arrived an hour later and instead of staying for dinner, he asked if he could take me out instead. Mum didn't allow him at first but John was able to convince her. I was happy she finally agreed because I wouldn't want her asking him about his "study tour" and Luke would have no idea.

Luke took me to this fast food restaurant at the far end of the city. It wasn't popular so there was no long line and there was no crowd. Of course, along the way, he stopped for a few fans and told them not to tell anyone where they and we are. He wanted to have a good night so he had to let out some mean to get his desire across. We bid them goodbye and separated.

Luke told me to get us a seat so I took the booth at the left side of the room. Four booths from the entrance.

I waited for him by scrolling down my Twitter. I saw the pictures of Luke and the fans from a few minutes ago, tweeted by a lot of update accounts. The replies to those tweets were... interesting.

@punklshmgc: MARRY ME LUCAS

@trapgordon: WHY IS HE DOING THIS?!?!?!

@LUKEISN0TPUNK: LOOK AT LUKES HAIR GKEOTTUDJ

@calumscandy: chOKE ME WITH YOUR hAIR LUcIFER

I accidentally laughed out loud at the word "Lucifer". I earned a look from the cashier, Luke and a few of the customers from nearby booths. I covered my mouth and turned my phone off, keeping it inside the pocket of my dress.

Luke came back, holding a tray of our food and sat across from me. He handed me a burger and a plate full of fries while he got his and pushed the tray aside.

"Goodbye, summer body." I said to myself and bit my burger.

I took a fry and dipped it in the ketchup, eating it. Luke was lost in his own world while eating his burger and his food made a mess around his mouth.

We ate in silence, enjoying the burgers and fries. It was comfortable and I felt at home because I could eat as messily as I want without anyone judging me.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"You have a lot of something around your mouth." I told him.

"Wipe it for me?" He smirked, the ketchup and tiny bits of meat mixed a little in one of his dimples. He crumpled the burger wrapper and placed it on the tray, getting a fry.

"I'm not your maid." I stuck my tongue out and threw him some tissue.

He laughed and wiped his entire face with the tissues. He raised his eyebrow as if to ask me if there is anything on his face.

"Yeah, there are, like, two unusual looking meatballs." I said in a serious tone, suppressing my laughter.

"What?" He wiped his entire face with another tissue again.

"It's there. How can you not feel it?" I asked.

"Can you wipe it off?" He pulled out another tissue from the tissue box and handed it to me.

I took the tissue and wiped his eyes. "You're so weird." He chuckled, finally understanding what I was trying to do.

I smiled widely, crumpling my burger wrapper and getting another tissue.

"You up for ice cream?" He asked once I was done with everything.

"Yeah, but I'm paying this time."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"But you're always paying for our food."

"I don't care. No."

"Please?" I pouted.

"No."

"Just once?"

"No, come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat.

We walked hand in hand until we found an ice cream stand.

"Do you want to couple cone or single cone?" The ice cream man asked.

"What do you want?" Luke asked me.

I shrugged. Whatever he likes.

"Couple cone." Luke said.

"Flavors, sir?"

I was about to tell the man but Luke beat me to it.

"Strawberry and chocolate." Luke said, handing the money to the man.

I blushed. I should stop blushing. So he remembers your favorite ice cream flavors, so what?

I felt Luke place his hand on my waist, pulling me close. I swear, I'm super close to screaming out loud. Even if this action was not much and it probably doesn't mean anything, it is definitely sending me flying from Alaska and back to Sydney at once. And I guess that's me- I like the little things. My heart was beating so fast from the rush happening inside my body. God, it's just Luke. God, it's just the guy who makes you want to swim across all the oceans.

"Here you go." The man smiled, handing over our ice cream with two spoons.

"Thank you." Luke said and we began walking away. Luke had let go of my waist and took my hand again.

"Why didn't you get vanilla? You like vanilla." I said.

"I like whatever you like." He said and that was the end of our conversation. We found a table where we could eat the ice cream so we sat there and ate it.

"Oh! Let's take a selfie!" Luke insisted excitedly.

"I look like a mess and you have ice cream all over your face." I pouted.

Luke ignored me and brought out his phone, swiping upwards for his camera.

"Smile." Luke said.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

Snap.

Luke began typing on his phone and once he was done, he placed it back in his pocket.

My phone beeped and I already knew what it was. Luke tweeted it. I'll check it later because right now, ice cream is my priority.

We finished the ice cream and were now on our way home. I leaned my head against the window, watching the city lights light up the place.

I feel my eyelids suddenly become heavy so I closed my eyes.

"We're almost there." Luke said in a calm, soft voice.

"Mmhm." I hummed, too drowsy to answer properly.

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I felt myself being carried out of the car so I kept my eyes closed. I was still sleepy anyway. I heard my door open and the familiar house smell filled my nostrils.

Luke walked up the stairs, still carrying me in his arms. I heard my bedroom door open and soon felt the surface of my bed. The arms that were carrying me leave and I suddenly felt the need for it. I began to feel sleepy again but I fought it.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Luke about to leave.

"Luke," I whispered.

He turned around to face me.

"Please stay?" I asked.

Without hesitation, he removed his shoes and pulled down his jeans so he was left with only his boxers and shirt. He walked on the other side of my bed and climbed in. I turned around so we were both facing each other. He didn't do anything so I told myself screw it and rested my head on his chest, arm hanging on his stomach. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt him kiss my forehead and whispered goodnight.