"Luke! It's not what you think!" Rylie walked slowly towards him, her heart beating faster than its normal rate. Nothing had happened, so she didn't know why she was nervous. She just didn't want Luke to interrogate her, and make her feel like the bad guy.
Luke grabbed Rylie's elbow, and yanked it towards him. Rylie squeaked in pain, and showed pleading eyes at Liam as Luke dragged her through the hotel door.
She staggered behind Luke as he walked down several hallways, stopping at a large, metal door. He opened it and motioned Rylie inside before he entered and gently shut it.
It was pitch black for a moment, until the light above flashed on.
Rylie squinted at the sudden light, and she looked up at Luke. She was so scared at whatever he was about to do. His eyes were glazed with resentment, and the small, silent space provided Rylie the sound of his beating heart. The suspense was hanging in the air, dragging Rylie down, making her feel like a small child being scolded by her father. Luke's shadow was cast on the wall, elongating his figure, and making him feel taller and more frightening.
He wouldn't hit her. He would never hit her. What she feared were his words. That small sentence that consisted of two words. Two words that could bring the walls that kept Rylie going crashing to the ground. The thought sent shudders throughout Rylie's body, leaving her cold and numb, ready to take the blow of whatever came her way. It's over.
Luke's eyes looked just as fearful as the day he attacked that scum of a man. Cold and dark. Enough to make her blood curdle.
What Rylie had not possibly anticipated was Luke's lips crashing into her, filling her body with warmth and happiness.
He pulled away, and smiled his legendary smile that Rylie was too familiar with. She smiled too, for his smile was enough to make the birds sing and end world hunger.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered solemnly, holding Rylie's shoulders.
"You're sorry?" Rylie was baffled and surprised by his words.
"I'm sorry." Luke repeated. "For overreacting this morning."
"So-so you're not mad?" Rylie questioned, her brows set in a straight line.
"For you being with Liam? No!" Luke laughed at the statement. "We should have hung out, but I was being too senseless. I'm glad you had Liam to lean on." Luke kissed Rylie's forehead, letting his lips linger.
Rylie breathed. Why was she so worried? She should have known Luke would be understanding. That's who he was. He never judged her until he heard the story, and even then, he didn't. He just got her motives, and understood her actions so well. He was perfect. Amazing. Hers.
"I was so scared!" Rylie cried, connecting her body to Luke's chest, cherishing him.
"I'm sorry I scared you..." Luke chuckled.
Rylie looked up, and noticed Luke's glum expression.
"What's wrong?" she extracted herself, and brushed her fingertips along Luke's jawline.
"There's something I need to tell you..." Luke looked at Rylie, tears brimming the sides of his eyes. He always managed to change moods so quickly.
"What is it?" Rylie asked, but she had a pretty good feeling she knew what it was. "Is it about what you told me on our first date? About Thea and the proposal?"
Luke looked astonished. "How'd you know about that?"
"Thea..." Rylie simply said.
"Thea told you?" Luke raised his eyebrows. "When?"
"That day at the airport. She was with Niall. I'm sorry I never told you." Rylie felt guilty for that and for not confronting him sooner.
"It's okay." Luke's hand rubbed Rylie's shoulder soothingly. "I guess you know now." His smile still didn't appear.
"Actually..." Rylie bit her lip. She just wanted to know why he chose to tell her what he did. "She only told me you never proposed, and when I asked what really happened, she told me to ask you-"
"Wait," Luke interrupted, "This was two months ago. Why didn't you come to me sooner?"
"I was afraid...to bring her up. Obviously, you had good intentions for lying to me."
Luke pulled a box from under one of the shelves, and sat on it. Rylie did the same, and watched as Luke struggled with his explanation.
"Everything I said was true...except the proposal part. Thea and I made it to Paris and I was GOING to propose, but I didn't get to in time..."
Luke huffed. "I caught her with some French guy."
Rylie gasped. "You mean, on your trip to Paris, you were going to propose, but you caught her doing it with some random guy?"
Luke nodded. "I was heartbroken..."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Rylie asked, lying a hand on Luke's knee.
"It was just too painful! I didn't want you to know how bad she hurt me..." Luke was crying now, and Rylie watched the tears fall onto his lap. She hurt deep inside her gut, almost as if she felt his pain too.
"Luke..." she reached for his hand, and intertwined her fingers. She gazed at their fingers together. Their hands fit perfectly, just like the rest of their bodies. It was as if they were destined to be together, and the structure of their bodies was made for each other.
"I don't want you to cheat on me!" Luke cried out. He bent over, laying his head in Rylie's lap. He sobbed for a minute, and Rylie caressed his blond hair, offering the comfort she had.
"Luke...you don't have to worry about that." Rylie promised. "You have my heart under lock and key. I guess I'm not getting it back."
She tilted her head to see behind Luke's quiff, and the sides of his mouth lifted up into a small smile. She kissed the tip of his nose, and brought his body back up to her. He leaned in and so did Rylie, and they kissed passionately for a while, exploring each other's mouths, marking their territory.
The door creaked open, and Rylie and Luke looked up to see a very angry janitor staring down at them. "What are you doing in my closet-"
Luke grabbed Rylie's hand, pushed past the man, and they both took off running down the hall. Rylie roared with laughter. She was so happy to have Luke, and be able to do stupid, teenage things with him, no matter how weird it was. Like what couple could say they got caught making out in the janitor's closet?
They got to the elevator, and got in, pushing the buttons hastily, rushing for the door to close. No one was running after them. It was just fun to play the game. After all, no one was chasing after them, but they were chasing after each other.