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Prepare for a long ass author's note at the end bae's. <3

Third person's P.O.V. (just so you know)

He dragged Charlie into the rather dim room, surprising her by embracing her in a hug. He told her to be completely silent, so she stayed put. Navigating Charlie to the floor to sit on (which she finds odd), he places his hands on her waist, sending shivers down her spine. Luke said he'd be right back, so she waited for him to return. When he came back, he still didn't sat himself across her or next to her or wherever another chair was. But suddenly, the room was being lit by hundreds of Christmas lights. You know, the kinds you put in your tree. When she looks around, the floor and ceiling is surrounded by them. It is truly beautiful. Only now she realizes Luke is sitting next to his beautiful girl on the floor, admiring his own work.

"So, how do you like it?"

"Is that even a question? Luke, it's beautiful." She whispers, taking everything in.

"Thanks, it took me quite a while to set it all up."

"Did you already put it up when you asked me for a date?" he nods in response. "What if I said no?"

"You wouldn't say no to me." He smiles, and even though the room is close to dark, you could still see his gorgeously sparkling eyes. He inches closer to her, and for a second she thought he was going to kiss her or something, but he just whispered in her ear: "I love it how you stare into my eyes like it's the last thing to look at in the world." she just smiles at his words, because they are very correct. Sometimes, she wonders how he does that, saying what she is thinking. Eventually, he dips his face into the crook of her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Shivers travel down and up her spine several times, goose bumps forming on her bare lower arms. He clearly notices this, smiling against Charlie's skin. Luke looks into her eyes again, gently taking her hands in his.

"I'm glad you're coming with the crew on tour, I'd be pretty sad if I had to miss you for a month and a half."

"Well, I'm not as happy as you. Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited, but also worried for Joy. She'll be alone for this long, let alone pregnant..."

"I know. But, Charlie, think about all the fans you have, they'd be pretty disappointed if you didn't show up or something. You always think you don't matter, but you do, a lot even."

"How did I ever end up with someone like you?"

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" he smirks, knowing well enough what she meant.

"Oh, Lucas, you are a very bad thing." she says, biting her lip slightly, to hold back a snort or something.

"That's it, I need you. Now ." he almost growls, startling her at first.

He connects his lips roughly with hers, and just now she gets why they are sitting on the floor. It would be awkward if they had... intercourse... on a table.

His fingers run up her thigh as the kiss deepens. Her fingers run through his blond hair and pulls him closer. His tongue glides around her mouth, making every move swift and passionate. Her hands travel down to his neck and she wraps her small hands around him, pulling as much as she can. She wraps her legs around him and he holds her, pressing against his torso, desperate to keep her close, never wanting, ever, to let go.

His hands move up to the small of her back and he hoists her upwards, her hands still on his neck, holding on for dear life. He lifts her again gently and she's straddling him, on the floor. She presses her body down on him and he leans back on the floor, pulling her down with him. He gently puts his hands on her thighs, running them slowly up and down her warm skin.

He cups his hands under her thighs and lifts them both completely off the floor and gently puts her legs around his torso. He carries her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. How could he? She was the one thing that kept his world bright and alive. He sits down on the bed and pushes his back down slowly on the bed.herhands move down to his waist and she lifts his shirt. He lets her pull it off, breaking the kiss just for a few seconds. His hands move up her face, cupping her plump pink cheeks, brushing them ever so gently. He tilts his head and he can slightly smell the sweet perfume on her body. He breathes in deep and groans silently.

She pushes him down and she breaks the kiss. They're both out of breath but Charlie begins kissing the side of his lips, his cheek, his jaw. Her finger nails trail town his bare torso as she moves down to his collar bone, then to his shoulder. She plants small, light kisses and her eyes stay closed. He watches her with lust. He runs his hand down her hand, just enjoying the feeling of her with him.

Her lips make their way down to his biceps, way down to his biceps, then down his arm, where still a few of his scars are prominent. She kisses all of his scars, one by one, just like he used to do with her. He opens his mouth to say something but she puts a finger to his lips. She moves on to the next arm, repeating the same process. She kisses him full on the lips once she finishes and he moves his hand up her waist. He slips his hand under the back of her shirt and feels the warmth radiating off her body. His hands roam around her back, then eventually lifting her entire sweater off.

He opens his eyes to look at her. She has never looked so beautiful, with her hair messed up slightly, her eyes still closed, her lips on his, kissing him with passion. He drinks the sight of her in and thinks how lucky he is to have such a beautiful creation in his arms. His hands move upward her back, feeling her spine at his finger tips. He reaches her bra hooks and fumbles with it, groaning in annoyance when it doesn't open.

She giggles as he tries, breaking the kiss slightly. He smiles as he succesfully unhooks it. He gently moves his hands up her arms and pulls the straps down, breaking the kiss once again shortly to plant soft, gentle kisses on her shoulders. She lets out a groan as he frees her from her bra. As he tosses it down to the cold floor, he sits up and changes their positions. He holds the back of her head and lays her down gently.

Her hands travel down his bare torso and onto his hips where his skinny jeans hang. He lowers himsef, making it easier for her to take them off, since those dam, skinnies are basically leggings these days. He kicks his pants off and moves his lips down to her cheek then her neck. His hands move down her bare chest and onto her stomach, down to her hipbones. He unbuckles her black skinnies and pulls them off slow and gentle, massaging her thighs as he strips her of them.

He opens his eyes and he sees the thin barely visible lines on her arms. He stops and looks at her.

"I'll stop if you want."

"No, don't." she whispers as he cups his face in her hands, pulling him downn for another light peck on the lips. He draws in a deep breath and kisses her back, his hands grazing down her chest, down to her hips and between her thighs. He hooks his fingers under her Superhero underwear and pulls them down slowly.

He goes slowly just in case she wants him to stop, but she didn't say anything. His lips move back to her arms, kissing hard against the scars, wanting more than anything for them to dissapear from her beautiful body. He feels tears in his eyes as he regrets that he hurt her. She withdraws her arms from his lips.

"Luke, stop..."

"Sorry, I just.. Those scars..."

She kisses his forehead and whispers, "All scars heal, right? In time, they'll be gone forever".

"But the memory is still there." He whispers as he presses his forehead against hers.

"But that's the past, what matters is that I'm okay now, you're okay. We are okay." She tells him and strokes his cheek.

He brushes his nose against hers, "I love you so much, okay?"

"I love you too."

He kisses her and she pulls him down again. His fingers resume and they pull her underpants off, tossing them down to the floor, where her jeans and sweater already are. He pulls down his own boxers, and presses his naked body against hers. He tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Are you sure, Charls?"

She nods. Very slowly, he eases into her and she digs her nails into his skin, wincing. He immediately stops when he sees she's in pain.

"I'll stop, are you o-"

"I'm fine." She whispers.

He plants a soft kiss on her lips, telling her once again that he loves her so damn much. Because that's the truth.

She tells him the same in response, and he kisses her full on the mouth. He eases out and then back in again, gently and slowly of course. Her nails dig deeper in the skin of his back, but the pain of it felt good to him. He carries on, making sure she isn't in too much of a pain and enjoying all of it. After a while, the pain on her eases and her grip on his loosens slightly. They both draw to their climaxes and she throws her head back. He groans and puts his hands under his neck, moving to her head, holding her tight, his lips on her neck.

"Luke.."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for helping me break free."

All the emotions, all the tears, anger, scars, are deleted from this day on. Now the only path for them is forward, to start a life together again as new people. People who have changed each other's lives in a way only they both knew. This challenge has built their characters and they are both stronger and it's only right that they share the moment with each other.

Charlie has found the one person in her life that she'll ever need, the boy that saved her life, the boy that deep down, she knew, she would cherish for years to come and the boy that she gave her heart to. Luke taught her how to love and accept herself, a struggle that she had been dealing with for most of her life, and he was his answer. He will be with her through the good and the bad times. But most of all, they found in each other, trust and love, also, the will to stay strong through whatever life throws at them.

It's a new life, a new Luke and Charlie. Charlie will eventually learn to move on from her past life. Everyone has to, whatever happens now, will be a distant memory in the future. Sometimes, things don't seem like they are about to get better, and sometimes they really don't. But there is always that glimmer of hope, if we look hard enough, we will find it, whether it be in an art form, music, a friend, or even a complete stranger. It is true that all scars heal in time and yes, the memories still linger, but everyone owes it to themselves to forget, everyone deserves to move on, because there is so much out there waiting for you, it just might be at your finger tips.

You just need to know where to look.

The End

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Okay guys this is the end. I just wanted to say a massive thank you to every person who has read this story till the very end, recommended it to friends or whatnot. I did laugh at the very few comments you left , I smiled at every vote I received and mostly I cried friiiicking a lot when I hit 1K haha what even is air. Now I'm at 12K and I just ajakkezb almost at 13

Now, first things first, I actually HATED to write this fanfiction, from beginning till the very end (okay that's a lie I loved writing the frickle frackle) (and that's a lie too because I obv suck at it) and if it wasn't for my super bestest coolest friend Emma I quitted writing this like after 7 chapters or something. So a big thank you to that girl for forcing me to write and helping me a looooooot with ideas and correcting my horrible writing lol.

NOW NOW I was thinking about next "chapter", should it be a sort of music list? Because I got inspired by loads of songs I listen to and stuff, so I thought maybe ESPECIALLY FOR YOU GUYS I'd put up a track list or something J. I'd really like to do that so I will even if you won't like it yes im the author don't tell me what to do. Ok no jk I need your support like crazy.

If someone has ANY questions, please ask them, and I'd really love it if you guys would be active for once in what, like, a year? A year I think. One year ago, I started this story and got excited about 60 reads, and look at me now. Ha.

The last part of this chapter was kinda inspirational for some of you idk, I just wanted to put in that if you are ever down or sad or something like that, don't hesitate and TALK to me, to your friends, maybe to strangers if that helps. Talking really helps, and believe me or not, but it helped me. There are still so many nights I stay up till 5 in the morning, crying about my stupid flaws . But remember, always remember, that it will get better. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, but it will. If you feel lonely, hang out with friends. If you feel sad, cry fucking hard, break things (but not expensive things that's bad), get it all out, feel relieved. Do whatever what makes you happy, and if anyone has a comment on that, fuck them and give them a proper punch in the dick, ball sack or vagina, because you are better than that. If they can't stand you being happy, then drop them instantly.

You deserve to be happy, and you are all, one by one, my little buttercups and you ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE AND SO AWESOME YOU GUYS ROCK FUCK YES FUCK

I LOVE LUKE HEMMINGS SO MUCH AND I CRY

PEACE OUT

OK JUST SO YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH AND I WANT TO HUG YOU LIKE YEAH ITS 120 DEGREES HERE BUT LETS SHARE OUR BODY HEATS YEAH