One Thousand Songs Later

We stared at each other, I sitting awkwardly on the swivel chair and him standing at the doorway, his hand still on the knob. I blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears that were begging to fall.

I never dreamed of ever seeing Luke again. Kyle assured me of this. Kyle absolutely loathed his brother and told me how he went out his way to do things that Luke despises. Which could include kidnapping the girl he loves. Or loved.

I've been doubtful that Luke stayed faithful, but I liked imagining that he still loved me. I memorized every freckle on his body, every dark, tight curl placed on his head, and the sound of his lulling voice.

So you can't blame me for not recognizing him, he had changed so much that he was an entirely different person.

"You've changed." We said in unison, eying each other's unfamiliar features.

"You've changed more than I." I remarked, staring at him in amazement, thinking, God must really hate me. I longed for the old Luke, not the one standing before me now. I didn't know him.

"I beg to differ." Luke said curtly, in a voice I didn't recall him having before. He was frowning, like he didn't like me.

"Me? What about you? All your freckles magically disappeared! And your hair is a hundred shades lighter! And your voice...your accent got stronger." I heard my voice crack, probably because I missed the old Luke. He was sweeter, his voice more comforting than the voice new Luke had, which sounded undeniably like Kyle's.

"Your hair is the same shade as a stop sign now! You're twice as tall and as skinny! And your eyes..they're emerald and as bright as a go light!" Luke shouted, his voice unstable and his words like fingernails on a chalkboard, hurting more than they should've.

"My skin might as we'll be yellow as a slow down light to match!" I yelled sarcastically.

"What happened to you?" He whispered, his eyes wide, as if terrified to know the answer.

"What happened to me?! Where's Luke? Where's the boy I loved? Wh-Where is here?" I stumbled over my words, confused and angry. I squeezed my eyes shut and put my head into my hands, trying my best not to strangle Luke right there and then.

I will not cry. I will not cry. I kept repeating in my mind because I would've started bawling if it weren't for my three year experience of how-not-to-cry-even-though-you're-going-through-hell.

I'm not sure how much time had passed while I sat like that, trying to control my abnormal breathing and sweaty palms. But when I felt a large hand lift my chin up, making me look into Luke's eyes, I had a panic attack. My mind betrayed me to think Kyle, when I was really seeing Luke.

I screamed and and ran from the room, oblivious to the fact I was in the same room as my lover, not my kidnapper. I ran down the stairs, out of the school building, to my house, and into my room, faster than lightning. Hopefully lightning takes twenty minutes to strike because that's how long it took me to get to my bedroom.

I immediately dove under the safety of my covers and did my best not to break into a million pieces. Kyle haunted the dark crevices of my comforter and made me shake with fear. I forced every tear back with titanium force and fought the sobs that threatened to spill from my quivering mouth.

Closing my eyes, I held on to my promise of no crying and shut out the world around me, creating a bubble of despair around my body.

I ignored Eleanor's calls and the small shakes of shoulders. I would not leave my room ever again. Not when Satin is lurking everywhere I go.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter, but I excited for the next one, it's going to be Luke's POV

Love you all!!

-Louistomlinson

P.S. Shout out to me and my food!! You guessed the running scene!!