Heartbeat Away {Luke Hemmings}

Luke broke her heart so many years ago. However, he's never fully gotten over her. He's tried everything to get her back, but with her changed email, Twitter, deleted Facebook and number, there was no way for him to contact her. When he finally thinks he's over her, she spots her in the streets with him. She gives signs that she might like him again, except she has a boyfriend. Will she dump her current boyfriend of 4 years for Luke, or will she be the one time break Luke's heart this time?


12. Blast

Rosie's POV

I awkwardly sat on Luke's couch, not really sure what I should do. He was hurriedly, pacing around and biting his finger nails, a bad habit he's had since before I've known him. 


His house looked casual, like my own. Completely different from the pictures of Calum's house. Calum had your average glamour and glitzed up celebrity home. I assume Ashton and Michael did too. When you look at Luke's home though, you wouldn't suspect he was once in the biggest band that were to ever walk the Earth. It was average, unlike himself.  A person's home is suppose to represent them in some type of way and Luke's did not do any favors.


If I look at this in different aspects, I could most likely say that this simple home shows that throughout his years of Luke, he was still Luke, or at least the one I knew. The one who was shy and couldn't lift a finger to give a fan a high-five because he was afraid it would upset me. 


Maybe I shouldn't have underestimated him after he broke up with me. Fame can do crazy things to a person, as I always told the boys. 

"I think I'll just be going now...." Luke mumbled heavily, pacing to the door now. "Um... Luke?" His head swiveled in my direction. 




"This is your house. I can leave if you want me to." I picked up my bag from the table, getting ready to leave as I had taken notice of the letter I had wrote him a few years back. "So I still see you have my letters." I replaced the letter's spot with my purse, taking a glance at the letters containing the words I had thought as only a moody teenager. I sighed at my failed attempts of contacting the boy who stood behind me. "Anyways, from your lack of response, as usual, I'll take it as a sign to leave. Goodbye Luke Hemings." 


With the whip of my hair and a meaningless hug, I pushed him aside so I could open the door and found myself in front of the rain once again. 


"Rosabella! Wait! Do you think you could join me for dinner? I know you might be busy, but please? Just this once?" 

He was on his knees at this point. I laughed while ruffling his hair. "Fine Hemmings. Let me just rearrange a few of my plans and reschedule some fittings."


"Thank you, thanks. Um, thank you." He pulled at my left hand, giving it a kiss. 




"Oh right. Sorry, sorry." He bounced back onto his feet and unwrinkled his old Drop Dead shirt. His attention went back to me, his hand wrapped around my slightly chubby arm. He pulled me into his arms, embracing me into a rather touchy hug. "Your shirt is wet." He whispered to me, his hand running up and down my spine." 


"Um, yeah. I was kind of standing outside... In the rain." 


"Oh right. Well duh. So, why don't you take a seat on the couch while I fix up your favorite meal?" He gestured with a flash of confidence. Where did that come from?

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