Fly Away || l.h

16

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"Wow." he gasped, laying on his back.

"Wow." I repeated.

It was pretty late, and we both fell asleep not to long after I shut off all the lights and locked the door. I could honestly say that for the first time in years, I was able to sleep soundly. I rested my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, smiling.

He closed his eyes and drifted off to dreamland almost immediately.

I sighed, and looked up at him, admiring how he looked when he was sleeping, how his chest gave off a warm glow that prevented me from being cold. I pulled my blanket up and over the both of us, and that was when I fell asleep.

***

I opened one eye and was shocked by a blinding bright light, figuring I must have forgotten to close the blinds. The sun always pointed right into my window early in the morning, It always annoyed me.

I shut my eye and moved my hand toward my left, to touch Luke. My hand just hit the empty side of the bed, and I jumped up immediately.

Oh oh no, this cannot be happening again. Please tell me that wasn't a dream. I thought.

Just as I started to panic, with my breath raising, I faintly heard his voice in my kitchen, and it felt like a wave of cool on my chest, and of relief.

I put my feet on the ground and stretched my arms up, softly groaning. I felt pretty well-rested, more than I had for as long as I could remember.

I stood up, deeply breathing in the cool and fresh morning air. I smiled. But then I heard something, Luke arguing.

"Monique, stop yelling. Listen to me, it's over. No, you didn't do anything. What? No. Stop it. Just, please. I'll explain later, I have to..." his voice faded when he saw me enter the kitchen rubbing my eyes, looking at him curiously.

"I have to go." he whispered into the phone, hanging it up.

"Monique? That model you're dating?" I asked, trying to talk without choking on my own words.

"I never liked her as much as you anyways, and to her I think it was mostly for publicity. You? This is real." he said. "I made you some breakfast, do you want any?" he pointed at the eggs and bacon sitting in the pan on the stove.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that. But yeah, absolutely. Thank you." I smiled, but trembled a little as I watched him scoop it onto a plate.

He made some for himself as well, and walked over to my little nook in the corner, where I would usually spend my mornings with Brad, talking about whatever we felt like.

Luke sat in his seat, and smiled at me, motioning for me to sit down in the other chair. I did, and I took a big gulp of orange juice that he layed out for me.

"Hold on, you really just broke up with Monique? Is it because of last night?" I asked.

"Look, I'm not sure what we wanna do here, but I didn't break up with her only for you. I mean, she never made me happy, she actually put me down way more than I usually would be. Always trying to 'fix me', by trying to change my wardrobe or my haircut, making me act more mature. She actually wanted me to quit the band for her at one point." He laughed at that.

"Wow. Really?"

"Yep."

"But, why? You're perfect just the way you are, I mean.. Anyone who doesn't see that is a dumbass on so many levels, I can't even fathom why she would try to change anything about you. And quit the band? You're kidding, right?" I said with a mouth full of bacon, which made him giggle.

"Look, I've been trying to get rid of her for a while, to be honest. You gave me the courage to do it, but it doesn't really have anything to do with you." He gave me a smile.

"Best thing I've done in years." I laughed at that.

"Where are the other guys? Last I heard you guys were in Australia writing music and stuff for your new album." I was curious.

"Only Ashton came with me, he's the only one who really knows much about us, the other guys... They wouldn't understand like how he does. That's not really a bad thing, but I needed him for this. Support, you know? He's at the same hotel we always stay at here, where we were... You know the one I'm guessing."

"Yeah, that is like the place to stay here. Especially for the fancy starlets like yourself."

"Shut up." he picked up his fork and flinged a piece of egg at me, and it landed in my messy, uncombed hair.

"OH NO YOU DIDN'T!" I laughed, and we got into a full on food fight.

By the end, we were both covered in bacon/egg bits, laughing our asses off so much we were on the floor.

"Oh my god, I love how you can make me act like a seven year old sometimes. Your amazing like that." I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard, we were a complete mess.

"Thanks babe!!" he replied, laughing and laying face down on the floor.

It took more than ten minutes to calm the both of us down, and he immediately started to help me with cleaning up everything.

He slipped on a puddle of orange juice on the floor and fell on his butt, and he whimpered.

"MotherFu.. I always end up embarrassing myself in front of you wow."

Of course we fell into endless laughter again, and I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun.

I helped him up and we finished cleaning, and ate the rest of our remaining breakfast.

"So you're an art major? What is that really like?" he asked.

"I mostly draw all day, and it also includes other types of art like singing. I performed Out of My Limit in front of the whole class for some project, I think its on youtube somewhere."

I looked up at him and saw him blushing.

"I may or may not have googled you like the creep that I am and watched it like 9 billion times." he said, looking at me nervously.

"Really now?"

"Yeah. It was good. I sang along to it idiotically, it made me sad. Made me miss you." he looked down.

I couldn't hide my smile. My suspicions over the years were proven wrong, he did miss me. He thought about me like I did of him. Maybe not with such a fiery intensity, but still. The thought was there. This was real.

I looked back up at him, and couldn't even breathe for a few seconds.

"You know, Luke... Today, when I woke up and looked over to see you not beside me in the bed, you have no idea how scared I was. Every single morning since the day I lost you, I had to relive it. Every time I wake up, even for a millisecond, I forget that you left. I expect to hear your voice, calling my name. Then, it doesn't take much, but I realize that much too long has passed since the time when you were here. And today I did really get terrified, that everything of yesterday was just something that played through my head." I breathed out roughly, tears forming in the corner of my eyes.

He bit his lip, as if he was deciding whether or not to say something.

"Monique? Sometimes I imagined you were her. I know we were only together for such a short time, I know that it was ridiculous to feel love like that for someone I hardly knew, but it never left me, not completely. Sometimes, when I was holding her next to me, or with her, sleeping next to her, I would space out and for a second I'd think she was you. You were her. That second was like a high to me, gave me a hope in the world. Maybe that's why I was with her after a while, when the relationship was dull. I honestly don't even know what I felt anymore after a while. All I know was that my world revolved around you, or at least the memory of you."

He walked forward and wrapped his big arms around me and rested his head ontop of mine, breathing in the scent of my hair. We fit together perfectly. I smiled wrapped my arms around his back, and we stayed like that for I don't even know how long, just being with each other the way we were. The way we are. I didn't even know what could possibly happen next, I was just living in the now.