Another Luke chap bc ayyy he's cute and ugh Luke why

Luke's P.O.V.

I'm woken up by a stinging pain trailing from my ear to my upper back. I softly rub my hand over my neck, trying to flex the muscles a bit.

I throw my legs to one side, stretching my limbs and looking around the living room.

Falling asleep on a couch wasn't my best idea.

So was yelling at Charlie.

Speaking of which, where is she?

Normally, I'd hear a soft breathing or snoring, but now it's just quiet.

Too quiet.

Take that back, I think I hear something from the bathroom.

I walk back upstairs, entering my room and opening the bathroom door.

Charlie is clenching on the toilet seat, her head almost dipped in the thing.

"Get away." She half coughs, half whispers.

"How long have you been here?"

"I said get away." Her voice is almost non-existent, it's either from vomiting or from screaming.

"Listen, I'm trying to help you here, now how long have you been here?" I repeat my question, being a bit too polite towards her compared to a few hours ago.

"About half an hour, I guess I'm just throwing up pure alcohol, it burns my throath." She says, almost pleading to me to help her.

Just when I was about to ask her if she needed some water, another vomitting session comes up.

I reach over to her, holding her hair out of her face and calming her a bit by rubbing her back in circular motions.

She crosses her arms over the edge of the white material, laying her head on her weak arms.

She's shaking, badly, and I really feel sorry for her.

But it's her own fau-..

No, stop being a dick.

I pour her a glass of water from the tap, quietly taking a seat next to her on the ground.

I stretch my legs, hearing my knees crack.

My eyes trail over to the clock that hangs nexh to the mirror, it's one in the morning.

I hand the glass to Charlie, she accepts it and slowly gets up, me copying her acts.

Her right hand leans on the sink, her left lifting the glass to her lips.

She looks pale.

Her darkish blue hair makes her look even more pale than she already was.

Her eyes look straight into the mirror, I think I can see disgust flooding through her eyes.

Not towards me.

To her.

She hates herself and I don't know why. And the worst part of it: I can't help her.

She downs the water in one gulp, carefully placing it down on the little seat next to the sink.

Wiping her mouth, she turns to me and looks me straight in the eyes.

"Thank you." She shortly says, making her way out of the bathroom.

I quietly follow her, noticing that she's leaving my room.

"Where are you going?" I question.

"Uh, downstairs?" She says, like it's an obvious thing.

"You're sick. Your back needs a soft support or you'll end up with a sore neck like me."

She softly smiles at my words, this tells me she's less mad at me, which is good. I don't want to force her to be lovey dovey again.

That's not us.

"Well, where am I going to sleep then? It's not like you have a guest room." She states, as if she doesn't get that I want her next to me.

I scratch the back of my neck, a habbit I have when I get nervous or shy.

"I was hoping you'd sleep in my bed now, just so you can have a good night rest. Uh, so yeah, you don't have to if you don't want to, I'm not pushing you to sleep in my bed if that's what you're thinki-"

"Lucas."

"Yeah?" She never calls me Lucas.

"I'll sleep in your bed, only because I'm sick. I'm still mad at you though." She smiles a bit at the end of the sentence, which makes my heart flutter.

I sound like a teenage girl.

Way to go Hemmings.

A huge sigh comes out of my mouth, I didn't know I was holding it untill I released it.

Charlie turns around, making her way to my bed.

It's a common sight, it feels good.

She has been at my house for almost a month now, I'm used to her presence.

Only the thought of being alone again makes me shiver.

I became so attached to her, it's creepy sometimes.

She lays down beneath the sheets, laying as far as possible from me.

Ouch.

I myself lay down too, my arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

It's already half past one in the morning, and I'm far from tired.

Charlie on the other hand, is already asleep, which surprises me because mostly, it's me who falls asleep first.

The thing that also surprises me, is that in her sleep, she turns her body next to mine, shifting closer.

Her face is burried in my chest, her small hands fisting my tank top.

Carefully, I drape one arm around her waist, and place my chin on top of her head.

Now, I'm relaxed.

My beautiful Charlie close to me, in my bed, sleeping peacefully.

I slowly trace her spine up and down, feeling every bone through her shirt.

She became skinny.

Skinnier than she already was.

I hope she's not relapsing from that eating disorder again.

Joy told me everything about it, even showed me pictures of her and Charlie during her disorder.

Joy looked healthy and bubbly, while Charlie smiled with dull eyes.

Her face was fragile, cheekbones sticking out and thin darkbrown hair covering parts of her sunken eyes.

She was packed in a thick hoodie, leggings and fluffy socks.

When I asked Joy for the date, it was midsummer, so very hot outside.

This is why I'm constantly worrying about her.

She sometimes calls me "mother Luke", because I make sure she has three meals a day, just to make sure she eats at least half of her plate.

It sounds ridiculous, but for me it's one of the most important things in the world.

She needs to heal her wounds.

Physically and mentally.

I wonder if she knows I'm trying to help her.

Or maybe if she even appreciates it.

She softly shifts in her sleep, getting even closer to me.

Is she aware that she said she was still mad at me or is it the fact that she's super tired?

I decide to take advantage of this, I like this sleeping position.

I don't seem to get any sleep, though.

Normally, after such a long day, I'd be ass tired, but now I have my eyes wide open.

There's a little voice inside my head saying that nothing lasts forever.

That little sentence repeats itself for numerous minutes.

It's driving me crazy, but I can't get it out of my head.

I am aware that maybe one day, there will be a time where we won't be together, but that day is, hopefully, not anytime soon.

I can't ignore the pain in my chest, I'm getting way too nervous over nothing.

I take a few deep breathes in and out, hoping it will calm me down a bit.

Instead of calming down, I realise I have clenched my arm around Charlie so tightly, that she's almost squeezed between my arm and my chest.

I quickly loosen it, giving her some space.

Maybe that's what I need to do.

Giving her some space.

But what if she leaves me? Will I ever be able to love someone as much as I love her?

Probably not.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's true.

I've had two or three girlfriends before Charlie, but they were the typical girls:

shopping, gossiping, only interested in clothes and materials.

It just didn't work with them.

Don't get me wrong, they were great, but with Charlie, I can act like I really am.

Charlie is more into boy stuff sometimes, like gaming and soccer. She also has a great taste in music, same counts for Joy.

It's a sad thing I don't have my own piano or keyboard yet, we could play together if we wanted to.

I don't want to waste a talent.

Speaking for both of us, and not being egocentric.

I still have the first time we met printed in my memory.

How she was so focused on the piano, the white and black keys, the song.

Sometimes when she's asleep, like now, I sneakily listen to that song.

I guess you could call it our song, I think.

It's a depressed song, if I think about the lyrics now.

But I don't care.

As long as she keeps in playing it, singing it, recognizing it, it'll still be our song.

I just hope with all my heart that if she wakes up, she'll still love me the way I love her.

But what if she doesn't?

I softly stroke her hair, it's a bit tangled from ruffling it over and over again.

I guess I'll just have to enjoy the moment, and be with her as long as it will last.

This is pretty bad, we've been friends for half a year now, and dating for just a month and we've had a lot of troubles.

We've had lots of fun, yes, but I expected a little more out of this. Am I being selfish?

I scrunch up my nose, disliking the thoughts that are creeping up my mind.

Finally, my eyelids are getting heavy, yawns coming out of m my mouth.

I think I'm going to close my eyes for just a second...

...

My arm is being thrown over my body, causing me to lazily open my eyes.

I rub my eyes, they make me have a blurred vision.

What I do see, is that Charlie is sitting on the edge of my bed, her hands on both sides of her pressed on the matress.

She barely moves, only her back rising a bit.

I also sit up, trying to make less noise as usual.

She turns her face to me, sunken eyes meeting mine. She's weak.

Exhausted.

Both mentally and physically.

"Luke.." She begins.

"I think it's better for both of us if we go into the future as friends."

Completely blown of my socks, I can't bring out a simple sentence, nor a word.

Does she even realises how the word 'friends' sounds in my ears?

It makes me want to shut her up by kissing her and proving her wrong.

I'd kiss the lies out of her, fuck.

Nonsense.

This is pure nonsense.

I feel my eyes watering up, but not this time.

I quickly blink them away, not wanting her to think I'm a wussy.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I mean, all we seem to do is fight. And I still love you, with all my heart, I really do. I think we just need to sort things out, we can still do our usual meetups, just without the kissing part. That shouldn't be too hard, right?"

"Charls.."

"No, Luke, please. If we both still love eachother after a month, maybe two, we can try it again. And I'm not saying bullocks like 'I need space' because that's the last thing I need. I just think we overrushed things. I am going back to Joy, and find a job at least. I'm going to look for one today or tomorrow. There isn't really a big change, Luke, we're just friends now."

Just friends. That's how she sees me. I'm just a friend.

My thoughts were right after all.

My tongue is still numb, is she waiting for me to argue with her?

I decide to come up with this:

"I hope you're right, Charlie, I really hope you are. If not, I personally think this is the biggest bullshit ever, but if that is what makes you happy, so shall it be. I can't cope with the fact that you see me as a friend, I thought we had something going on here. I'm not trying to make you feel bad about your decision, I'm just saying that if you ever regret it, I'll be right here,

always."

After that last word falling from my lips, we are in tears, just embracing eachother and not wanting to let go.

"I don't want to go, Luke."

"Then don't."

"I have to..."

And with those three little words, she lets go, and leaves.

"I love you." I say, but she's long gone.

God knows for how long, and even if I can face her again.

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