"I'm staying at yours because my mum isn't up and I forgot the keys" Luke explains.
I smile, slightly drunk after drinking some cider.
It's 23:00pm, I know that. Where has all the time gone, I swear it was 9pm like 5 minutes ago?
I can tell Luke is slightly drunk too, but he can hide it much easier than me.
"We should get going" Luke decides. I nod.
The streets are silent, and we run down the streets like little kids in an empty playground.
Luke occasionally trips over - because he is the clumsiest person ever - resulting in me bursting into fits of laughter before he tells me to keep quiet with a smile printed on his face.
We reach my house in no time and I realise I completely forgot about my parents being out.
Luke takes my hand to lead me upstairs but I hesitate.
"Can we dance for a bit?" I ask sleepily, my eyes sliding shut. I can tell Luke is smiling.
I like his smile.
He leads me into the living room. "I only have rock music" he says as he scrolls through his phone.
"Just put some music on" I smile. The room is swaying slightly, in a relaxing way.
Green Day's 'Holiday' plays through his phone as he takes my hand.
For some unknown reason we find ourselves slow dancing in my pitch black living room at 23:37pm.
"Sorry" Luke says for the 3rd time after he steps on my foot. I smile against his t shirt
Luke finds a solution to his unintended clumsiness, he lifts me so my feet are on top of his and we sway with the walls.
I know I am drunk, but this is honestly one of my closest moments with Luke. That is, aside from the nights we've spent talking about nothing and everything and the times he's held me as I cried.
I've never seen Luke cry.
His heart beats soothingly against my ear and his lips rest on my collarbone.
The music is perfect, others may disagree, but then again me and Luke aren't like the others.
Our silence is comfortable, we speak in shared thoughts.
"I love you Luke" I say, suddenly wanting to kiss him.
I turn to look up at him and his drunk eyes meet mine.
God I wanna kiss him.
My body leans in without me realising but I find he refuses to kiss me. Again.
"Sorry" I whisper.
"Don't apologise" he says sadly.
I let go of his hand and step off of his feet, the music still playing.
My feet walk me towards the door to the hallway and my eyes shake slightly in attempt to resit the urge to cry.
Why am I crying?
"Listen, I love you okay, don't cry." Luke says as he rushes after me, gathering me up in his arms.
My arms stay at my sides.
"Please, you don't understand, I would kiss you but..." he trails off, his mouth searching for words in the darkness but failing to find any.
My mouth can't find words either.
"I love you Ava" he sighs, hugging me even if I'm not hugging him. He looks as if he is going to cry but he doesn't.
"so much" I hear him whisper.
He guides me upstairs and I wonder whether all this has been a dream, after all, I could have fallen asleep hours ago.
He helps me pull my clothes off as I try not to fall sleep, and I find his eyes wandering to my upper thigh.
"What's that?" he says quietly, crouching down to examine the two dashes on my leg.
His gentle fingers trace over the lines.
"Oh god Ava" he whispers, pulling me onto his lap as he sits down beside me. He holds me as I rest against his chest.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he stutters. I am so tired.
"sorry" I manage to murmur.
"You can talk to me, if you are ever sad, I can help, I promise" he explains. I nod sleepily.
He sighs and lifts me under the sheets, climbing in after me.
I feel his warm body in the bed and a feeling of security flows through me.
just as I am drifting off I hear him whisper.
"You don't realise how much you mean to me, I wish you did."
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