One Day (LRH)

Luke is hot, smoking hot. With his shiny lip ring, big blue eyes and mussed up blonde hair, 15 year old Mia can't help but fall in love. What seems to be a pointless crush suddenly becomes something more when Luke starts texting her one night. What will happen when things heat up between the two? Can Mia make it work, or will it all come crumbling down at her feet? Read to find out!


21. Constellations


“There is no way I’m climbing over that.” I say, crossing my arms defiantly. Before I know it, Luke slings me over his shoulder and starts climbing over the iron fence, whilst I shriek and hold on for dear life. It’s the middle of winter, yet here we are, climbing over the fence to an old primary school because Luke thought it would be an adventure. It’s freezing. We finished work about half an hour ago, we were supposed to be going for a drive, but much like me, Luke got very drunk last night and isn’t under the alcohol limit, so he didn’t bring his car.


He jumps the last of the way down, and I bump against him like a rag doll. “I can’t believe you just did that!” I shake my head at him in disbelief and he fixes me with a sideways grin. “Come on,” He gestures towards the building. “Let’s get a little higher up.” Then he smiles and takes my hand and I know I’ll go anywhere he wants me to. We amble towards a classroom on the school oval, and I tell him about my time here when I was younger, how we used to play truth or dare on the corner of the steps, how I never quite fit in until the last year, how I thought I was losing the love of my life when I started a different high school to my crush. Luke laughs at my stories, asking the occasional question and shaking his head in disbelief. Once we’ve made it to the classroom, I ask Luke anxiously if he’s planning on breaking in. “No you idiot, we’re climbing onto the roof!” He bursts into laughter, “You’re adorable.” He says, kissing my forehead and wrapping his arms around my shivering limbs. I glare at him indignantly, trying to stop my teeth from chattering in the midnight breeze.


“Okay, I’m going to give you a boost, and then you’ll grab onto the steel pillar and then hoist yourself up using your arms. Yeah?” Luke points out the route as if it’s easy, and I gape at him incredulously. He laughs again and pokes my cheek, a dimple appears under his finger as a smile lights up my face. Luke stands behind me with his hands on my waist, and I send a silent prayer that I won’t embarrass myself. Luckily I don’t; he lifts me up so that I can use the pillar to pull myself onto the classroom roof, and I do it with ease. I briefly wonder why I always say no to Luke’s crazy adventures, even if I did do something embarrassing, I know he’d find a way to make me feel comfortable again. Luke pulls himself up beside me and gives me a huge smile, which I can’t help but return. “Come here.” He whispers as he lies down on the rooftop, his arms open for me. I snuggle up to him, hoping to leech off of his body heat since my thin jacket provides almost no warmth, but I didn’t think I would be spending my night out in the cold. Still, looking up at the stars with Luke, his thumb rubbing my shoulder rhythmically, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

It’s a nice moment where we get to catch up on each other’s lives without the chaos of Villa Verdi as a backdrop. I learn that he’s been doing really well at university; he got given a distinction for 2 assignments in his degree. Luke’s doing engineering at university; I’ve asked him to tell me about it in depth before, but he knows I don’t really understand most of the things he’s doing in his course. He showed me pictures of a little drone he made when he was procrastinating the other day, and we laughed about his mum nagging about planning his 21st birthday. I’ve missed him more than I thought. The familiar smell of his cologne is all over his clothes, and I bury my face in his t-shirt. He pulls me on top of him, and I giggle when my hair falls all over his face. He scrunches his nose and feigns disgust as I pull it back into a ponytail and fasten it with the hairband on my wrist. Luke strokes the back of my neck softly, and I smile, leaning in to kiss him. Just as our lips are about to meet, he sloppily licks them and both of us burst into laughter. I swat at him, rolling my eyes playfully, and he kisses me for real. It’s a delicate, sensual kiss, his hand runs down my spine and the other strokes my hair gently. His mouth tastes like the spearmint gum he’d been chewing earlier, his lips are warm and he’s holding me like I’m this precious thing he can’t bear to break. This kiss is different; though I can’t completely pinpoint why, all I know is that I don’t want it to lead to anything more. I want this moment to be our delicate kiss, it’s innocence preserved rather than being ruined by any carnal instincts of lust.


He seems to pick up on this, because our kisses get shorter, then I’m nuzzling his neck and his arms encircle me and we’re not saying a word because there are no words left to say.







“Look up there, these stars are the only proof of the one time you’ve been right and I’ve been wrong.” Luke speaks slowly; we have been silent for a long time. His voice is low in my ear as we look into the night sky together. I smile, remembering earlier this year when he’d pointed out Orion’s Belt and called it the Saucepan, only to have me correct him because I’ve loved constellations for years and knew he was wrong. “Hey, there’s no proof anywhere that you’re ever right!” My smile widens as I feel him laugh against my cheek.

“You should come over for dinner soon.” He says it matter-of-factly, as if it’s not a huge deal to ask me to dinner. My stomach does a backflip, and I try not to get my hopes up because he has a tendency to suggest these wonderful things when he’s tired and then go back on them.

“Mmm,” I muse. “When?”

“Next weekend? Saturday?” He turns his head a little so that he’s looking at me, gauging my reaction. I beam at him.

“Lucas Hemmings, are you asking me to meet your family? We’ll be tying the knot before you know it!” I poke him and pull a mischievous face so that he knows I’m just playing around.

“Ha-ha, hilarious Mia. It’s just a dinner, just a friend going to another friend’s house for dinner, okay? Casual as fuck.” He turns his head back to the sky, and I’m sure I feel him release my slightly. I’m stunned into silence, so I turn to look at the sky too; only I close my eyes in a desperate attempt to stop my head from spinning. Why is everything that involves Luke always so complicated?


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