Breaking Annie.

A Luke hemmings fanfiction.

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Sunshine. The feeling of it against your skin warming your soul has to be one of the best feelings in the world, and if it weren't for aching in my head and body I would have thoroughly enjoyed it creeping in through the curtains and pulling me from sleep. 

I opened my eyes and a sharp pain engulfed my head, the overwhelming brightness around me burned my eyes and the room was unfamiliar. The white sheets wrapped around me were not mine and neither was the oversized shirt covering my body. I stretched out my arms and stepped onto the cold wood floor, examining my surroundings.

The room was simple. A large king sized bed, a shelf of old worn books and records, and a guitar were the only things in the sparse room. sunlight was peeking through the sheer curtains covering the window. Where was I?

I cautiously walked to the shelf and looked through all the books. A collection of classics were strewn in random order, anything from Hemingway to Austen. Whoever it was, they had good taste. I decided to look around a little more and try to find my clothes...

I walked down a short hallway into a living room, it was also very sparse, with only a black couch, more shelves of books displayed on a red brick wall, a coffee table, and a window covering the entire back wall, it displayed a beautiful view of what appeared to be Charlotte. You could see the roar of the city but the noise wasn't present, it was gorgeous. I could stay here forever, watching the city like this. Every person on the street seemed so busy and purposeful. But I on the other hand watched. I had always been the way... Watching everything from the sidelines. But I was okay with being in the shadows. There are two kinds of people. The stars, and the audience. But I was glad to be observant rather than being observed. My train of thought was interrupted by the front door opening and closing.

I turned around and saw, Luke? I wasn't expecting this place to belong to him. I always pictured Luke at a frat house in a dirty room, not a clean flat in the middle of downtown Charlotte. We just stood there looking at one another for a minuet... My eyes captured in his uncomfortable stare. He finally broke the awkward silence.

"How are you feeling?" He asked stepping closer with a content look in his blue eyes. I didn't know how I felt, mainly because I couldn't remember the last twenty four hours. All I could remember was Luke yelling, and... cuddling with him? The situation was blurry, but I could remember arms wrapped around me, then waking up in his shirt... Oh god.

"Umm, did we?" Oh god please don't let this happen to me.

" what?" He looked confused.

"You know..." I raised an eyebrow at him, and it took him a moment to process.

"God no." He chuckled taking off his sunglasses and laying them on the kitchen island. 

"Oh okay." I was relieved. Another sharp pain hit me and I cradled my head in my hands, which brought my attention to the bandage wrapped around it. What happened yesterday?

"Umm, you want an aspirin?" He ran his hands through his messy blonde hair and grabbed some pills from the cabinet.

"Sure." I felt dizzy, nauseous, I was going to be sick.

"I ran quickly down the hallway opening a random door, hoping that it was a bathroom. Thank god. I ran and opened the lid of the white porcelain toilet. I waited a moment, and then it all just came spilling out. It was the worst kind too, the kind where it stings because you have nothing in your stomach. I sat there for about a minuet, then finally it stopped. I wiped the tears from my eyes and then laid down on the floor. Everything hurt, I just wanted to fall back asleep and wake up like this was all some messed up dream. But unfortunately when I opened my eyes, a concerned Luke stood above me. He cautiously handed me a glass of water and the aspirin, I sat up and grabbed it from his hand... Swishing the foul taste out of my mouth and spitting it into the toilet then Swallowing the tiny pills.

"I'm sorry..." He said not meeting my eyes.

"Why?" I was confused. 

"Everything that happened last night. I should have stopped it, I should have never brought you there." A deep line formed between his brow.

"It's not your fault." I stood up and stepped closer to him. I didn't even know what we were talking about, but he looked like he needed someone to understand.

"It is." He shook his head, disappointment shown strongly on his perfect features.

"No it's not, whatever went on happened because I let it." I wrapped my arms around his huge frame. He was warm and smelt like fabric softener and cigarets, an odd but beautiful combination. Maybe it was out of line, but he seemed to relax a little and I decided to pull away.

"Let's look at your head." He fake smiled and helped me up onto the sink edge.

I turned around and glanced into the mirror behind me, fully realizing just how scary I looked. My eyes were all red and puffy, my hair a thick tangled mess, and a bandage held it all against my pale face. I looked like hell.

He cautiously unwrapped it. Moving slowly, as if he were tending to a baby bird. When then bandage came off he cringed a little. I turned around once more to see a huge bruised gash on my forehead. It looked like someone smashed into my head with a hammer. The cut was about an inch long. I turned back around, I didn't want to look at myself anymore.

"You fell on the tile, I tried to catch you..." I didn't want him to blame himself anymore. I laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and his blue eyes looked into mine. He looked hurt, and I smiled at him.

"It looks worse than it feels." He chuckled and I got off the counter. I was awake now, my head still ached but I had gotten used to it. I began walking a cross the hall into his bedroom.

"What are you doing?" He asked following me.

"Looking for pants." He chuckled.

"Your clothes are in the dryer downstairs."

"When are they going to be done." I didn't want to walk around in this shirt anymore, it was comfy and it was warm, but it barley covered my butt and I felt exposed.

"About five minuets." I nodded and we walked into the living room. I sat on his sofa.

"Coffee?" He asked pouring the black liquid into a mug.

"Please." I smiled and he walked over and handed it to me.

"You have brilliant taste." I said taking a sip of the warm liquid.

"What?" He sat next to me, a confused look painted on his face.

"The books in your bedroom. You have really good taste."

"Oh..." He blushed. "Thanks."

"Do you play?" I didn't know why I randomly began asking so many questions, but I wanted to find out more about him. Just when I thought I had figured him out, I stumble across little things like this and it alters my conclusion.

"What?" 

"Guitar..." 

"Well aren't you nosey." He chuckled pulling his cup to his pink lips.

"Just curious." I shrugged. We sat there quiet for a while. My eyes danced through all the titles on his book shelves, and the city scape in the window. Then my eyes wandered to Luke. His eyes were distracted by something else entirely, not on an object... But a thought. I wanted to know what he was thinking, I wanted to know everything about him. I studied him for a minuet. His hair was a perfect mess on top of his head, his jawline was prominent, and you could see the muscles in his arms even when he wasn't flexing them. He was gorgeous. I didn't know why, but there was something so Imperfectly perfect about him. I felt so comfortable in his presence, but I knew that he was trouble. From the moment I first laid eyes on him I knew that. I didn't understand how someone so impossibly beautiful could be so dangerous, so damaged. 

"I should go." I got up and placed the mug into the sink.

"Pants?" He asked following my actions.

"Right..." 

"Come on." He waved me to follow him out the door, but it stayed put. I didn't want anyone to see me in public like this... A half naked mess.

"Annie?" He raised an eyebrow, I shook my head and he rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to walk down six flights of stairs and bring your pants back up here to you..." I nodded but still didn't move.

"You look fine." I laughed, and he joined in.

"Alright, but if you're not going to move, I'll just drag you down." He chuckled and I playfully screamed and giggled as he cradled me in his strong arms and began walking me out the door and down the stairs. 

"Luke let me go!" I yelled giggling and pounding my fists against his chest.

"Not gonna happen..." He chuckled and I turned my face into him, I didn't want anyone to see what a mess I was. We finally made it to the laundry room and he set me down on top of a washer.

"Good as new." He smiled tossing my clothes to me.

"Thanks." I slipped them onto my legs, Luke's eyes on me the entire time.

"Turn around." He rolled his eyes and followed my order as I took off his shirt and put on mine. I tossed the shirt back to him and laughed as he turned around and it hit his head. He playfully scoffed at me and I giggled.

"Let's get you back..." I nodded and we walked to his escalade. 

This car ride was quiet, but it was a good quiet. The kind of quiet that you enjoyed. Though I still didn't have a clue of what happened yesterday, I was glad I woke up here, with him.

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