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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

So in Love.

Luke and I were sitting in a quaint restaurant. He’d gotten us a nice table near a window that overlooked a view of the beach. We watched as the mothers played with their children and the tourists splashed around in the water as the sun slowly set. His arm was outstretched over the table, his fingers intertwined with mine. We ate in the most comfortable silence, both enjoying the beautiful view of the sun slowly descending, casting it’s glow onto the water. For a while, he stared out the window too, but then he started to look at me.

“What?” I asked with a small laugh, finishing my dinner shortly after Luke finished his.
“Nothing.” A smile crept on his lips as he looked back out the window.
“Tell me!” I urged, squeezing his fingers tighter and he laughed. The mood was so light, that it felt like we’d never had a single fight in the entire time we’ve known each other. After being honest with my feelings last night, I just felt so free and open. I felt so in love.
“It’s too cliche.” He pushed the subject aside, unlocking our fingers so he could pull my hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss against my knuckles. “I don’t want to lose my macho-man status by being cliche.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that!” I played along and now, he was laughing. He threw his head back, a loud chuckle leaving his lips. That sight was so beautiful, so childlike, that all I wanted to do was spend every waking moment with him for the rest of my life.
“I was just thinking that…” His voice trailed off, a small sigh escaping as his beautiful blue eyes met mine. “Fuck, Val. You’re so beautiful and kind and amazing. You have no idea what you do to me. I’m so in love with you.” The confession released the huge grin I’d been holding in. So large, I must have looked ridiculous.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing,” I whispered. He reached across the table, his deft fingers pushing strands of hair behind my ear before his large hand settled on my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed at the touch. It was so simple, yet it made me feel so alive. My eyelashes fluttered against his thumb and when I opened my eyes back up, he withdrew his touch.

***LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW***

If someone told me that this is where I would be at the end of my sophomore year of college, I’d laugh in their face. If someone told me that I would be sitting in front of Valerie, someone I hated the second I laid eyes on her, and that Valerie would have opened up the lock around my heart, I’d tell them to fuck off because they couldn’t be serious. But here she was, here I was. As crazy as it seems the someone like me, someone with a bad temper who used women and put them through so much pain, could ever be in love. But fuck, I’m so in love with her.

I love everything about her; from the way she scrunches her nose when she laughs, to the way she always sits up straight, to the way she plans her classes around her life rather than vice versa, to all the stupid posh outfits she wears, and the way her hair is always neatly trimmed and done up. I couldn’t even sit here and list all the things I love about her because it would just take too damn long. Even if I did, I would never capture it all. There are too many things, an infinite list. I love every single thing about her and more.

And here she is, talking away, but I’m not listening. I’m too focused on the way her smile is lighting up her face. All I can think about is how beautiful she looks. Maybe she’s talking about her passion for writing, or a new story she’s working on. Maybe she’s talking about her nephew, or her dog. Either way, I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t want to listen to her talk—because her voice is the sound of angels and I could listen to it for days on end—I just can’t get over the lovely girl in front of me. I can’t wrap my head around the simplicity of her beauty.

She’s unlike any other girl I’ve ever been with. She’s conservative yet confident. Shy yet outspoken. She believes in morals yet she doesn’t know what they are. She’s so unique, so creative. And I’m, once again, so in love.
“I want to get a tattoo,” she told me, finally breaking me out of my trance.

***VALERIE’S POINT OF VIEW***

“I want to get a tattoo,” I told Luke as I grabbed his hand, turning his arm to look at the heart he’d gotten for me with a small smile on my face.
“Of a sunflower?” he asked, his smile mimicking mine. My heart warmed at the fact that he remembered. I knew he wasn’t listening to me drawling on about the opportunity to become a writing tutor, but I didn’t care because the way he was staring at me made me feel so warm and cozy. It would only give me an excuse to tell him again, another excuse to strike up an exciting conversation.
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “I want something small first. Something that won’t take long. I don’t know how I’ll react to the pain, so I want it simple.” He hummed, as if to tell me he was listening, watching as I outlined the heart with my index finger.
“Get a matching heart.” His voice was wary, unsure of my response. The idea seemed lovely and I couldn’t help but think it over.

“And what if we break up?” I asked and he let out a dry laugh. It’s funny to think we’d break up because we always end up back together. No matter what.
“Then you’ll know that, know matter what happens, you’ll always have my heart.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The desperation in his eyes and the thought of having a reminder of Luke permanently on me gave me hope. “And I’ll always have yours.”
“Let’s do it.” My voice was rushed. I wanted to live. Luke made me feel alive, and with that newfound feeling I wanted to make impulsive decisions.
“Now?” He raised an eyebrow and I smiled.
“Before I change my mind!”

***

Once Luke and I got back to the frat house and locked ourselves away in his room, I stared at the tattoo in disbelief. It was mine. I did something for myself. Without consulting my parents. And it was so amazing. Luke came behind me, one arm snaking around my waist while the other held the hand I kept in the air. I loved the way we inked ourselves for each other, even more as we were standing like this.

“It’s so beautiful.” I whispered, mainly talking about us as a couple. He flipped me around, my back gently touching the wall as he took a step towards me. Our bodies connected and I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. He responded quickly, pulling me even closer to him.
“You’re beautiful.” He breathed once he pulled away. Despite my smile, I cocked my head in confusion.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Luke?” I joked and he laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re acting different. Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” He chewed at his lip, increasing the distance between us as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m always nice.” He defended.
“When you want to be.”

“Come here.” He patted the space next to him, but I took a seat on his lap instead. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. He didn’t object, one hand settling on the small of my back and the other pulling my legs onto his thigh. “I have to tell you something.” His voice was soft and my chest felt tight.
“Is it bad?” I asked, knowing that the last time he said that, it was heartbreaking news.
“Not really. Not that bad, at least.” I nodded, encouraging him to go on as I drapped an arm around his shoulder.
“Tell me, it’s okay.”
“Do you remember my sister, Tiffany?” He didn’t make eye contact, and that worried me. Did something bad happen to her?
“Of course. Is she okay?” He was quick to nod, clearing his throat.
“Yeah. She’s great, actually. But, she’s due to have her baby soon. She’s eight months along.” I was confused as to why that could possibly be bad.

“That’s great! You’ll be an uncle!” I encouraged the thought and he shook his head.
“I want to be there when it’s born,” he told me. “I’m going back to Australia for the summer. I want to be there for my niece or nephew.” My smile fell and I pulled my arm off his shoulder, fiddling with my fingers as I stared at my lap. He was leaving for the summer. That meant I only had two more weeks with him, then he’d be absent for three months. How can I be without him for three months? “I’m sorry, Val.” His voice cracked as he lifted my chin so I could look at him.
“No, no. Don’t be sorry.” I tried to be supportive, but my voice wasn’t strong enough. “I understand. It’s important for you.” His thumb grazed my cheek. I wanted to cry, but I refused to. I couldn’t make him feel guilty for reconnecting with his family.
“If it were a different situation, I would stay but-” I cut him off, grabbing his face and causing his hand to fall from mine.
“Don’t be sorry,” I told him. “Don’t you dare be sorry about trying to patch things up with them, okay?” He slowly nodded and I gave him a gentle kiss, which he reluctantly returned.

“We can still make it work, right?” he asked, his eyes sad and I smiled.
“Of course we can. We’ll always make it work.” He kissed me again, this time more passionate.
“I’m so in love with you.” He whispered.
“I’m so in love with you.” I returned and we sat there, holding each other. I set my head on his chest and he wrapped my arms around me. I felt safe, but all I could think was that I only had two more weeks with the boy I loved before he left for the summer.

Notes

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Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

Lois22 Lois22
5/30/19

urgh I love this

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
5/29/19

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Arrogant Boys!!!

Can you tell me what the next One will be called please?

@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!