Unheard Melodies luke x Reader Season 1 Book 1

comfort

Y/n pov
He wraps his arms around me, burying me in his chest.
We stay like that for a while. Eventually we run out of tears. I pull away from the warmth of him.
He looks at me. I give him a sad small smile and head go to grab a box from by the couch.
I gently move my sewing machine and the peice of clothing I was working on.
In the box are a bunch of notebooks.
"These are all of my designs, some of them are my mom and grandmothers."
He reaches into the box and looks at me asking for permission to look at them. I just nod.
He looks through the notebook, his fingers tracing the designs.
"These are beautiful."
"Your whispering again." I smile laughing a bit.
He smiles and rolls his eyes playfully.
"This ones my favorite. It's got all of the designs for my baby clothes and blankets and things. It's also got pictures of me and them." I say reaching for on near the top.
I open the book and on the first page is a picture of my mother, holding me, my grandmother is next to her looking at someone talking behind the camera. My mother is focused on me and solely me.
"Is that them." Luke asks.
I nod.
"Look at you. You were like super small." Luke says and I giggle.
"I was. I always have been. My mom was worried but the doctors told her I was just small. Grandmother said that mother was the same way." I smile.
We flip through the book. We get to a photo of me. I'm standing in the living room I'm in the middle practicing for some recital I had. My hair is pulled back by a clip. My fly always are in my face but I'm not paying them any attention. I'm probably 14 in the photo. I'm wearing my black leotard and tights. My leg is straight up in the air, I'm in the middle of doing a high kick, poised on the very top of my toes.
"Is that really what I look like when I dance?" I ask looking at him. Hes sitting behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
He smiles and nods. I'm about to question the face I'm making when he simply states "beautiful."
I look back at him and our faces are really close.
"You really think so?" I ask him turning to inspect the photo once again.
"Definitely." He says. I dont see it but hes looking at me, not the photo, or the drawings that are strewn on the floor around us. Just me, his eyes fixed on just me.
We look through the notebooks, there are still quite A few more when he says "y/n I have to go now."
I turn to look at him.
"Why?"
"I me and the guys have somewhere to be." He says. I dont ask anymore questions, just stand up and give him a hug. He hugs me back, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"What is this for?" He asks.
"Just in case you need one." I say.
He smiles at me and dissapears.

Just wondering. How old do you think I am?