messing around with fate || Luke Hemmings

chapter twentyone

Jordan

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I squeezed Luke's hand tightly as the plane took off and butterflies erupted in my stomach. Europe to New York was a much longer flight then expected. I closed my eyes tightly shut while the plane experienced some turbulence.
I hated plane rides, always have, always will.

"Jordan are you okay?" Luke asked, noticing my shakiness.

"Uh sure." I replied, keeping my eyes shut.

"Baby, relax. You'll be alright." Luke whispered, drawing patterns into my hand with his thumb.

"Thanks." I quickly said, giving him an uneasy nod.

"Hm.. Let's distract you!" He suggested, "What shall we do?"

"I'm up for anything, anything to calm my nerves really." I admitted, breathing heavily now.

"Okay then!" Luke smirked, sitting up.
"Ever have sex in an airplane bathroom?" He added.

"Nope." I let out an eager laugh, not really in the mood.

"Not doing that." I told him, giving him a fake frown.

"Good idea, you're way too loud for that." He agreed, giggling to himself, which I found adorable.

We were now engaged in conversation which made me forget we were 50,000 feet above the ground and still rising.

Thinking about it made me feel like puking.

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We sat there for awhile, talking about pointless shit again, like why Luke got a lip ring (which was highly appreciated by me), and why I haven't grown since sophomore year of high school.

Yet, I never found myself becoming bored of our little chats and how they had no context and were pointless , but just finding out new things about him

made me love him even more.

There were times where I hated him (not really), and he annoyed the crap out of me, but most of the time I catch myself just starring at his smile and running my hands over his light stubble on his chin.

I couldn't help myself, I was so madly and deeply in love with Luke Hemmings.

I had an obsession, but a good one.

Being an insecure girl, and too caught up in my school work, I never had that phase where you find your self in high-school.

But, now that I'm free, I can explore my character and now I know Jordan, and who I really am.

I am a short, curious and out spoken eighteen year old, who is extremely in love with the lead guitarist of Five Seconds of Summer.

That's the real me.
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HEY OMG THIS IS SHORT SORRY, IM SO BUSY AND I BROKE MY FINGER GAH, BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS CHAPTER WAS NEEDED BC I LOVE IT.

I'm writing an Ashton fanfic , if I published it would you read it? I've been working on it.