Loving You

My life was fine. I may have been picked on and hurt every once in a while, but I could make do. But that was before he came back. Before he left,all was okay. I was fine. Maybe even happy. But he left me. And that hurt. A lot. He's back,for an entire ten months.
Why am I happy that he's back,but sad he'll have to leave? He was my best friend after all. Oh we'll.
I told myself not to fall in love with Luke Hemmings...


18. I'm Yours.

I storm into the bedroom and collapse on the bed. I cry. I have to. She's the reason. I am the cause. I love her so much. But she's not ready to be in a relationship. So we can never be. I stay there for about fifteen minutes before I jump in the shower and try to wash away my love for her.


"So you told her you fight because it doesn't hurt.", Cal concludes. I nod. "Well, you told the truth." I shrug. This is the worst birthday ever.

"I never meant to hurt her. I love her.", I admit. Calum nods. I groan. I hear singing coming from the upstairs.

"FRUSTRATION, DESPERATION, YOU SAY I NEED SOME KIND OF MEDICATION! SITUATION NO MOTAVATION! DESTINATION PERMANENT VACATION!", Charlie screams. She dances around in the living room. She doesn't notice we're here.

Even though she's acting crazy, she is absolutely perfect. In all ways. Cal and I join in. "HEY IM DOING FINE. AND I KNOW IM OUTTA LINE, SO LETS SING THIS ONE MORE TIME. IT GOES: DESTINATION PERMANENT VACATION!", we scream. She takes the earbuds from her ears, her cheeks a bright shade of pink. I laugh and then realize I was mad at her. Why am I thinking of kissing her now?


"Hey Cal.", she whispers, not acknowledging me. Cal waves and hugs her. "Can we eat at home tonight? Will you cook?", she asks, her voice tiny. He nods.

She grabs a water from the fridge and sits on the island. Putting her earbuds back in, she starts singing again. I recognize it right away. It's "Kiss Me, Kiss Me". She loves that one. She always did. I watch her typing and get an idea.

I slide next to her and peck her nose. "Kiss me?", I ask. She rolls her eyes.

"In your dreams, rockstar.",she murmurs. I snag her water and run. "Luke! Give my damn water back!", she demands. I hold it up over my head.

"Kiss me and you can have the water.", I say. She shrugs, clearly annoyed. Charlie turns and goes back to the refrigerator. She digs through it.

"Dammit!", she yells. I chuckle. She runs up to me and jumps. She misses it.

"Sweetheart, I'm over six feet. You're 5'9.", I remind her. She growls. Holy shit she is so sexy when she's mad! I run up to her room and hide the bottle. She bursts in seconds later.

"Luke! Give it to me!",she whines. I shake my head. She punches my shoulder. I shrug. She huffs and sits on her bed. "I wish I had just kissed you.",she whispers. I sit by her.

"Offer is still open.", I say. I pull her into me and graze my lips against hers. She gasps at the stolen kiss. I smash my lips against hers. She kisses back. I push her back onto the bed and lay my body on top of hers.

"Luke.", she mumbles. I intertwine my fingers with hers. We move in a perfect, fiery sync. I lick her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She kisses me again.

"Um...am I interrupting something?",Mikey asks, clearing his throat. We break apart and Charlie springs up.

"We were just...uh...talking? Yeah! Talking!",she says, trying to scoot around Mikey and out the door. Cal comes up behind him.

"Talking, huh? Pretty sure you talk with your mouth. Not on eachothers. Seperate.", he jokes. Her cheeks turn bright pink. I pull her back down and kiss her cheek. She turns fifty shades redder. I laugh. "I'm cooking Fish n' Chips. Everyone good with that?", Cal asks. We all nod.

Once they leave, she smacks my hand off of her knee. "Really? Why did you do that?!",she demands. I shrug. I'm not focusing on her talking. I'm focusing on her ass. She slaps me across the chest. "Stop it! Why did you kiss me?!", she demands. I shrug.

"Maybe you deserved to be kissed. Maybe you were to beautiful to not kiss.", I say. She sits down on my lap.

"I'm not beautiful. I don't care what you say. I'm just not. I can be okay. But I'm not beautiful.",she whispers. I look down. "Will you kiss me again?", she asks. I shake my head.

"Are you mine to kiss?", I ask her. She shrugs.

"I'm yours. I've always been yours. I'll always be yours. Even when you don't want me. I'm yours.", she says. I pull her in and place a kiss on her lips.

She's mine.


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