"Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you."
― Bob Marley

"Heeeeeyy... Luke..." I said slowly, I could feel myself blushing. "Wha-what brought you," I was staring at him in disbelief. "You're here?"

Now he was the one staring at me in disbelief. "You asked me to come to your house." He clarified.

"I did?" Now it all clicked. Charlotte grinning crazily in breakfast. That bloody cow! She texted Luke and deleted it. I glared at my sister, who was apparently grinning.

"Of-of course I did." I said in a tight voice.

"Will you e-excuse me and my sister for a minute? Mike and Fi can accompany you." I gestured to my two cousins, completely engrossed watching. They were watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Warner Bros. were having another marathon.

I didn't wait for Luke's response, I dragged Charlotte of the living room and into the kitchen quickly.

"Really, Charlotte? Really?!" I said, almost shouting.

"What? You clearly like this guy and he clearly likes you back. You two just needed a push. Look at the guy, who would ever listen to you all day and night, yammering about crazy stuff?" A normal person should've taken that as an insult but Charlotte and I have a mild relationship.

"That is why I am friends with Esme." I retorted. "And he doesn't like me. I'm Gwen. He's Luke." I said in a small voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Just hangout with him. We'll give you privacy..."

"Oh my gods! Stop! No! No! Shush it! Shuuush!" I was closing my eyes tightly and giving her a stop signal. I quickly walked out of the kitchen. I found Luke looking at family pictures.

"Luke, let's go to my room." I said, not thinking but just needing privacy. There's a dark part of me that is really happy that Luke's here. Luke.

As we were getting upstairs, I held Luke's wrist. I took a glance at Luke, he was behind me and he was staring at me like he wants to say something.

"Wha-what?" I asked shyly.

"Nothing." He answered simply.

I opened the door and I was greeted with warmer air. My room was not exactly a normal room. In the left wall, it's covered by closet and two bookshelves covered with books of course.

I heard Luke gasped so I looked at him. He was observing my room. My bed was in the middle, and there's a sofa too if I wanted to sit when reading. In the right side, I have a drawer with a mirror. Instead of makeups, there are a few unread books, two wands (Harry and Neville's wand), a stele and a witch light.

My jewelry box was open, it contained a few necklaces, a necklace that my father gave me, Isabelle's ruby necklace from The Mortal Instruments, Tessa's clockwork angel necklace, and a replica of Percy's bead necklace.

On the walls were hanged posters of my book fandoms; movie posters of adaptations. I always wanted a dark room so the color of my wallpaper was dark purple. The floor of my room was covered with carpet. And my ceiling, when you turn off the lights, there are glowing quotes from my favorite books on the ceiling, and a few stars.

He went to my drawer and held a wand, Harry's wand to be exact.

"You really love Harry Potter, don't you?" He asked, fascinated.

"I didn't choose the Harry Potter life; the Harry Potter life broke down the door and told me I was a wizard." I replied with a shy smile. He smiled broadly in return.

I sat on the my bed and Luke did the same. Luke made sure there was a space between us. We sat still and on silent. We didn't dare speak after a few minutes.

"Once I was little, I claimed it was teacher's work day so I wouldn't go to school." Luke abruptly said out loud. Telling it to no one in particular. He slowly leaned in to me and continued, "of course my mom wasn't an idiot and took me to school. When we came to school, it was actually teacher's work day therefore it had me thinking that I had this cool super power so I started thinking to kill classmates with my mind to confirm my theory."

I tried to surpass a laugh but failed. I was imagining little Luke as a little Darth Vader. I like it when Luke tells stories of his own childhood.

"Wait, let me make this clear," I said when I realized something. I laughed more. "You thought you had super powers and the first thing you immediately did is to attempt murder everyone?"

"Go big or go home, sport." He grinned sheepishly. Slowly he regained composure of his face and looked at me. "I think your sister sent me the text."

"For one thing," he continued. "The text contained a wink emoji in every end of a sentence. And her grammar was wrong."

I took a glance at him, I saw him smile ruefully.

"That doesn't sound like Charlotte at all, she's a grammar-nanzi." I reminded him.

One night ago, he asked me about my family. I told him how my parents were gentle and not strict. They reason with us like adults when we do something stupid or wrong. They don't discipline us by being brutal. I told him too that Charlotte was sometimes a perfectionist. In return, he told me misadventures he had with Ron and some details about his parents.

There was a time that Luke, Ron, and Ron's sister, Ginny, were alone in Luke's house, they were eleven. (He told me that Ron and Ginny were always at his house, whenever their parents fought.) Luke's parents specifically told him not to go to other rooms and just stay put in the living room.

The three were watching Master Chef, and it made Ginny very hungry. Luke had an idea and thought he could cook without parental supervision. So he went to his kitchen and "cooked". When Luke's parents came home, there was a firetruck, putting out fire. Thankfully, only the kitchen was burned and nothing else.

"Yes, you told me that. That's why I came right away, thinking you were kidnapped by one of my fans." He smirked. "And by fans, girls that adore me and is jealous that I spend all my time with you."

"Well, as you can see I'm not a damsel in distress kidnapped by one of your "fans", as you concluded."

"I can see that. However, I have another reason why I went here." He said, looking in oblivion.

"And which is?" I asked. "If I may know, that is." I said too, so I won't sound like he's obliged to answer.

"I wanted to see you."

"Se-see me? Me?" I stuttered. If I was reading and the boy I ship with the MC says this, my reaction would be: "asdfghjkl;".

"I admit I missed your scurry face." He grinned. "Have I told you the story how bizarre and cruel my parents were?" He asked, perhaps changing the subject. He lay his back on my bed, swinging his legs.

I did the same, laying down and looked at him. "No."

He was looking at the ceiling dreamily.

"It was a summer a long time ago, I was so mad at my dad." He started telling his story. "There was a camp where I could enhance my baseball skills. I wanted to got but my dad didn't let me. He didn't understand, how badly I wanted to go there. Actually, I needed to go there. I couldn't ask my mom because she told me to ask dad.

So when my dad and I were arguing, I was so pissed I yelled at him, "I wish you weren't my dad! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

I ran upstairs to my room. I was frustrated, so angry. I wanted to hit something and I was near in tears. That's how badly I wanted to go.

I decided that next morning I will not notice him. I'll act like he didn't exist. It was a good plan. The next morning I sticked to my plan. There was a flaw, unfortunately. The problem was my dad wasn't there. He wasn't there the next day too. Or the third day.

I asked my mom where dad was because I was starting to grew worried. She was surprised why I was asking for my dad. She cried. She actually cried. She told me that he was gone. She told me that I already knew that when I was younger.

I asked Ron and Ginny if they saw my dad since they were always at my house. Ron seemed more troubled when I asked him. Ginny suddenly hugged me and said "there, there." Like I was mentally-ill. Out of my mind.

The next morning, in the dining table, I kept on asking where's dad. Mom cried again. Ron was there because we had a sleepover and he told me that he was gone a long time ago.

I kept on telling them to stop acting. To stop what they're doing because they were scaring me. Ron walked me to my parents room and showed me documents. Documents that I was ill. That I was having a hard time to determine which is real. I shouted at him and said he was mad.

I went to get old photo albums to show them dad is alive. That dad was here with me for the past years. When I saw the photos, I panicked. All of the photos that my dad used to be there, he wasn't there. Photoshop didn't exist in that time so I was fooled. I went to my room and abesently cried.

The next day, I played along with them. Pretended with them. I believed that it was an act. This was my punishment. But a month has passed and my dad hasn't returned yet.

That night, I went to my parents' room and found my mom sleeping. I slipped to her bed and hugged her. I sobbed when I told her I was sorry. I told her that'll never behave that way again.

"I just want my daddy back. I'm sorry," I said.

It's like my prayers had been answered because the next day, I found my dad cooking breakfast. My mom was talking to her phone, cheerily. It was like nothing happened. Like dad wasn't gone. I was confused. Conflicted. I went to check the photo albums and saw pictures of dad.

It was like the past month has been a horrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up. I ran to kitchen and hugged my dad. I told him that I missed him so much. He asked me why I was feeling so touchy when he just saw me yesterday. Even though my parents were acting like the past month hasn't happened, I knew deep down that it happened.

That my dad disappeared for a whole month just to teach me a lesson. He made me experience what it would be like not having him around, not having him as my dad just to teach me a lesson. It was cruel, and wicked. But I did learn my lesson." He said, ending his story with a wry laugh.

"Your parents sounds awesome," I said, chuckling. If I ever have children, I'll do the same. "Did they ever tell you the truth?"  I whispered.

"Eventually, they did." He looked at me, we were staring at each other.

"When?"

"After two years, I was being self-centered again and was having a heated fight with my mom. Of course, I didn't wish her gone but my dad knew me. Even though I didn't speak of it, he knew what I was feeling so when I went upstairs, he followed me and made me remind the month he was gone. What it was like. It would be even harder if my mom went away because she practically does everything in the house. He reminded me that. Then I pieced it all together. He didn't deny it."

"You have a weird childhood," I said. "Not as weird as mine though."

"Do tell," he challenged.

A/N: I miss Luke and Gwen moments so I wrote this. I updated a day early because I finished writing it yesterday and because there's a new episode of Outlander and I'm so obsessed to that show and the books. If you are above eighteen, I recommend you reading the book, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. But if you're younger than eighteen and wants to read every book out there, then go ahead and read it but I warn, you it's mature. Anyway, I would really like you to comment below your thoughts of this chapter. Thank you so much for reading this book. SHARE THIS BOOK TO YOUR FRIENDS ;)
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Bonus Comics: (It was fun to make it. If you don't like it, I won't add any of these anymore so do comment!)

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