Misunderstood

Chapter Fourteen

“Are you okay babe, you’ve been kind of quiet,” she asks, glancing up from my lap to give me a worried expression. 

“Yeah, I”m fine just been kind of tired lately.” 

I haven’t been tired.

I’m such a bad person. 

I did you so wrong. 

You deserve so much better than me. 

“Oh okay, well do you want to do something? Or do you want to go up and take a nap or something?” 

You’ve never been anything but kind to me. You love me and what the heck do I do to you. 

Why am I so upset about this? I mean it was just a one time thing, right? It didn’t mean anything right? I love you. You, and only you. 

“Yeah, yeah can we just go lay down for a bit?” You always have known what I needed best. I’m surprised you can’t even see through my lies right now. I figured you would have figured out from the way I kept fidgeting the day after. 

“Sure thing baby, come on,” you whisper, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the couch so we can walk up to the stairs towards your bedroom. Your fingers fit in mine perfectly, your fingertips doing that weird thing where they squeeze my hand before releasing. I love the feel of your palm against mine, I love the weird thing your fingertips do. I love you. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask again as we lay down in your bed. You remain sitting with your back against the headboard and I lay so my head is in your lap, my arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you stroke your delicate fingers through my hair. 

“I love you Harp, you know that right?” I whisper against your hip as I cuddle into your side even more. My arms wrapping around your waist even tighter. 

“I love you too, Luke,” you answer, and I can hear the worry and confusion in your tone. You know something is wrong. You know that I’m hiding something, yet you still don’t ask. 

Why is that? 

Do you love me so much that you know it won’t matter, the thing that I am hiding? Or, are you scared to find out the truth? Are you scared that it could change everything? Because I sure as hell am. 

My eyelids become heavy. I’ve been sleeping less and less. Two weeks, two weeks have passed and I’ve maybe gotten two nights of a decent sleep since then. I know you can tell, and again I love you for not saying anything. 

I feel your fingers continue to comb through my hair, your body fidgeting in my tight grip even though you don’t tell me to move my arms. My mind begins to drift off as I hear you turn the television to some channel where I can hear Ted telling Robin he loves her for the fortieth time. 

My mind drifts to sleep. 

“Luke, Luke babe. Wake up,” I come out of my fitful sleep to see you gently taping on my shoulder. 

“What? What’s wrong?” I see you have my phone in your hand and I’m suddenly very nervous. I sit upright, my eyes getting wider. 

Wait, how could you know that something happened from just holding my phone? Calm down, Luke. Please calm down. 

“Your mom text you. She said she was cooking dinner, and wanted to know when you’d be home,” you continue, and I take the phone to see the message for myself. My mom never cooks dinner. The family never has a family meal. But I see it right before me in black and white. 

“I guess I better go then,” I murmur, still looking at my phone in confusion. 

“Maybe it’ll be fun. It could be nice,” you continue, bringing your hand to my cheek as you try to decipher the confusion in my blue eyes. 

“Yeah it could be,” I speak quietly. “Okay, I’ll text you later babe,” I keep talking, giving you a quick kiss before getting up and heading to my car. 

I quickly pull out of your driveway before calling the number that had just sent me the text message. 

“Family dinner? I’ve never had a family dinner in my life. What’s going on?” I ask into the phone waiting for an answer. 

“Can you calm down. I’ll be over in a few minutes,” I murmur, a heavy sigh escaping my lips as I hang up the phone and make my way to the large house. 

“You couldn’t call Ashton for this?” I say as soon as you open the door. Your eyes red from tears, I’m assuming. 

“I’m crying because of Ashton. It’s just, I’m just, I’m not everything he wants me to be and I don’t know what to do,” you cry and, me being the sucker that I am, opens my arms for you to fall into. 

I hold you as you continue to cry. Waiting it out before even trying to speak. 

“What happened?” I ask as we go to sit on your couch and your tears finally subside. 

“He wanted to go out again and I didn’t feel like it. It’s just that he loves exquisite dates and as much as I love going out, sometimes I just want to stay at home and watch a movie,” you murmur, curling up into my side. 

“Sahara, why don’t you talk to Ashton about this. What do you want me to do about it?” I ask. 

“Luke, would you leave Harper for me?” 

“Would you leave Ashton for me?” I ask, and I know the answer before I even hear the words come out of my mouth. Just like you knew my answer before even asking. 

“I can’t leave Ashton. What we did doesn’t mean anything. We don’t mean anything. We’re just two friends who made a little mistake,” you answer, turning back towards the television. 

It doesn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. 

Why am I at your house instead of laying in my girlfriends bed with her stroking my hair? 

Why aren’t you talking to Ashton about all of this instead of calling me? 

And the biggest question I have for my stupid self right now is, if there is nothing to hide why do I have your number in my phone as ‘mom’?

“Luke, can you just come lay with me? Just for a little while until I fall asleep,” you whisper, pulling me from the couch without giving me a chance to answer. 

As we walk upstairs into your room I hesitantly sit on the edge of your bed as you go towards your dresser and pull out some pajama shorts and a t-shirt, pulling your shirt and shorts off right in front of me before putting your pajamas on and coming to sit on your bed. 

“Luke, I think I may like you more than I should,” you whisper, your face coming dangerously close to mine. 

I don’t know what to say back. No words are coming to my mouth. All I see is your dark hair and green eyes, green eyes glittering with tears that I helped clean away. Tears that are no longer falling because I was here. 

Before I can think, before I can stop myself my lips are crashing onto yours. 

That was the second time. 

AN: Late night update for you guys. Soo, I know this chapter is kind of different and not too important but for some reason I really enjoyed writing it. I dunno, I kind of just really like writing in Luke's POV. This will be the last flashback chapter of Luke and Sahara's affair though because I have other secrets to expose!! I hope you enjoy this chapter and be sure to vote or comment :) Thanks lovelies -Aly