Make It Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

It was Sunday afternoon, and I had gone far too long without talking to Luke. I hadn’t replied to his texts since he left my house last night and honestly, I feel like a major bitch. So, with a stone in my stomach, I took it upon myself to walk the short distance to his house and took the liberty of letting myself in, meeting his brothers in the living room, their eyes glued to the telly.
“He’s in his room.” Ben spoke, obviously uninterested and unphased by my presence. After a quiet thank you, I proceeded up the stairs. I had become very close to the Hemmings family, and came to their house quite a bit after my mum left, I found comfort in Liz, and mostly came around for the scent of warm cookies and nice, quaint, girl talks. I hadn’t even had those when mum was around. But I guess that Luke’s family had gotten the gist that I was no longer here for Liz, because I was finding a different kind of comfort in Luke. Well, that, or they inquired him after I left on Friday and he told them we finally decided to start dating. When I reached Luke’s room, I didn’t bother knocking, and went straight in to see Luke sleeping. With shaking hands, I walked to his bed and sat on the edge, my hand travelling to his hair and playing with the frizzy quiff. Luke’s eyes opened slowly as he let out a surprised sigh, probably expecting to see his mother and not me.

“Hey.” He rasped, rolling on his back and positioning his hands behind his head. “You haven’t been answering my texts.” He noted, earning a shrug. “I’m so sorry about yesterday. I don’t know what I was talking about. Of course you’re enough, you’re always enough.” I loved to see Luke in his sleepy states, because he’d always open up and tell me what he was actually thinking. “And if you want to tell the girls, we can tell the girls.” His hand found mine, squeezing it gently. “I feel horrible, and I’m so sorry. I hate it when you’re angry with me and I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I just love you so much that it scares me, and-” He began to ramble, and I cut him off, furring my eyebrows together.
“Don’t get all cheesy on me.” I teased him quietly, glancing down at his t-shirt, his signature black ‘You Complete Me’ one. “This is my favorite shirt on you.” I told him, changing the subject briefly.
“Is this mine?” He referred to the red and black flannel, earning a smirk.
“Yes.” I confessed. He laughed quietly, shaking his head.
“Looks great on you.”

“I’m sorry, too.” I diverted back to the topic of interest. “I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t want to run away with you. I’d be a pleasure to take off and worry our parents and friends.” We shared a laugh. Biting my lip, I frowned, pulling my hand out of Luke’s and running it through my hair. Luke closed his eyes peacefully. I lied next to him, setting my head on his chest. “Don’t fall back asleep.” I pleaded, setting my hand comfortably on his stomach. Luke sighed as I looked up at him, his eyes fluttering back open.
“Okay.” He obliged, pulling me closer and wrapping his long arms around my shoulders. “Can I have a kiss, then?” He smiled sweetly.
“I guess so.” I teased, leaning up to peck his lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, mostly because we were both straining to connect our lips in the first place.
“I love you.” He reminded me.
“I know.” I teased him. He frowned lightly, playing with his lip ring. “I love you, too.” I promised, in hopes to gain his smile.
“Good.” He laughed.

“Mum and Owen said they need to get to know you better.” I scoffed. “They want you to come for dinner tonight.” I told Luke, with no intention of convincing him, as I’d rather just hang around and have whatever Liz was making—she was a great cook, after all. Luke kissed my forehead, I scrunched my nose—which made him laugh—as I noticed the polaroids we’d taken a while back were set on his nightstand so each could be seen perfectly.
“I have to shower.” He didn’t budge. I half expected him to get up, but the other half wished he’d just lie with me for a moment, in hopes that he’d pathetically missed me as much as I missed him.
“Yeah, you smell.” I tried to keep the conversation light as we smiled at each other, both knowing I wasn’t serious.
“I do not!” He defended, laughing.
“Smell like chlorine.” I pointed out.
“I went swimming today.” He shrugged.
“Where?” I honestly didn’t really care. I just wanted to keep him close to me for a little bit longer.
“Ashton’s.” I nodded slowly. “Kaylee came at the end of my visit, though.” He told me. “That’s why I left.”
“Why did you leave because of her?” It wasn’t like Luke to shy away when Kaylee arrived, he loved her as a sister. I didn’t know that’s where Kaylee went after my house, but I assumed it was something to do with Ashton, because she was quite angry, ranting about how he wasn’t giving her what she needed when she needed it. A typical Kaylee thing.
“She was yelling about some prenatal vitamin thing.” Luke rolled his eyes, disgusted. I laughed.
“Sounds like some party.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, yeah! A lack of prenatal vitamins, swollen boobs, odd cravings, and morning sickness. My kind of party.” He joked. I giggled, rolling my eyes and sitting up, positioning myself so I straddled his lap. He placed his hands back behind his head so he had a bit more advantage at looking up at me.

“I don’t know how Ash does it.” I admitted, laughing. “I mean, yeah, they’re perfect for each other. But sometimes, I can’t stand Kaylee, and she’s my best friend!” Luke chuckled.
“He loves her.” He simply stated, his mouth twitching into a silly grin. “When you love someone, you’d do anything. You’d put up with anything.” He stared at me, serious for a moment before reaching over and bopping my nose. “It’s why I put up with you.”
“Oh, shut up.” I laughed, blushing.
“I’m serious!” He grabbed both my hands with his, intertwining our fingers. “Even if you put me through twice the shit, I’d stick with you.” His thumbs rubbed the backs of my hands.
“You’d get tired of it sooner or later.” I pointed out, as Kaylee and Ashton had been together for much longer. Kaylee’s changed so much, she used to be so carefree.
“Don’t think so.” He shook his head. “I’d probably just deal with it.” He shrugged. “You already treat me pretty shitty.” He joked. Even though I laughed, I felt somewhat offended. Was that a joke? Or was he serious? I hope he wasn’t serious…
“Oh, please, Hemmings. I’m the best you’ll ever get!” I went along with the joke, hiding my insecurity with a smile. Luke laughed.
“You know what-” I cut him off.
“What?”
“I came out to have a good time, and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now!” He joked, causing me to laugh and playfully hit his chest.
“You’re an idiot.” He was quoting a popular saying that was floating around tumblr, completely aware of how much I hated it.

Luke didn’t reply, instead his hands flew to my waist as he tickled me, causing me to squeal and roll off him, he hovered over me, a knee on each side as he continued to tickle me.
“Luke!” I laughed, “Please stop!” I begged through giggles. He laughed along with me, ceasing his movements and lying next to me as our laughter died down, I attempted to catch my breath. “I hate you.” I bopped his nose, looking at him with a bit lip. He kissed me for a long moment, pulling away and grinning.
“You love me.” He bopped my nose right back.

“I have to shower now.” He half-committed.
“So go shower, goon.” He laughed quietly.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I rolled my eyes, playfully.
“Come shower with me?” It came out as more of a question.
“Luke, your family is home.” I frowned. We’ve already discussed this, I told him no yesterday.
“Only my brothers.” He pointed out. “Mum went to the store, dad went to play poker with his mates. Jack and Ben won’t come up.” I sighed.
“No, Luke.” He pouted, staring at me. I really wanted to give in, but I stood my ground, looking away.
“Why not?” He whined. I shot him a glare.
“Because I said so.” He sighed, staying silent for a long while. It was like he accepted that as an answer, but still wasn’t happy about it at all.
“Okay.” He finally spoke, nodding.

I knew it wasn’t his intention to pressure me—or at least make it seem like he was—he merely wanted an expression, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, I hate myself. As I looked over at him, he gave me a small smile and finally stood up, rummaging through his drawers for something to wear after his shower. I sat up in Luke’s bed, setting my back against the cold wall, bringing my legs to my chest as I clung to them. Luke looked at me, noticing my movements and stopping his.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m sorry.” I mumbled.
“Don’t be. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He smiled at me, bringing his clothes to the bathroom and setting them on the counter before leaning against the doorframe, staring at me. “If you don’t want to shower with me, that’s okay.” He assured.
“It’s not that I don’t want to.” I sighed. “I do, but…” My voice trailed off. Luke quirked an eyebrow.
“What?” He encouraged, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling my hand lightly, urging me to sit next to him. I crawled over, bringing hs duvet with and wrapping it around my body. “You have really pretty eyes, have I ever told you that?” I smiled.
“They’re gross hazel.” I diminished, shrugging.
“They’re beautiful hazel.” I knew he was buttering me up to get me to tell him, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
“Thanks, bae.” I winked.
“Don’t call me bae!” Luke laughed.

After staring at him for what felt like an hour, I finally looked down at my lap, frowning as I picked at the skin around my nails, evidently scratching myself like twelve times because I couldn’t stop fucking shaking. I was grateful that I had brought the duvet with, hiding Luke’s view of my shaking hands. I’m positive he could hear my heart, though. It was beating so fucking loud.
“We good?” He asked slowly.
“We good.” I confirmed, becoming silent once again. I think he caught onto my sadness. “Luke?” I finally spoke.
“Yep?”
“I hate myself.” I told him before I could stop myself. A sudden realization came to mind. I hate myself so much, that a part of me hates Luke for finding beauty in me. How can anyone hate themselves that much? Why am I so horrible?
“You have to stop being so down on yourself.” He whispered.
“But… It’s true.”
“No it’s not! You’re beautiful, Romy. You’re the most perfect, smart, sweet, funny, and all around amazing girl I have ever met. I love you so fucking much. It’s honestly too much and it drives me insane. It scares the fuck out of me-” I looked away from him, only to have him pull my face back. “And I won’t stop loving you. Ever.” He half promised. “You’re so beautiful. Why can’t you see that?” I didn’t answer. “You’re perfect, Romina Baker.” Again. I stayed silent. “Have I ever lied to you?” He asked.
“Yes.” I let out a dry laugh.
“Oh… Well, that’s beside the point, because I’m not lying to you right now!” He defended himself seriously. “I think you’re perfect. I always will, okay?” I nodded slowly. Luke kissed my forehead before standing up and excusing himself to the bathroom. I heard the shower water begin to run and immediately lied back down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

After a few minutes, I couldn’t help but get bored and bring myself to his nightstand, digging through the drawers to find a clear tape and gathering the polaroids of us, standing on his mattress and taping them on his wall. As I put the last one up, I vaguely noticed the bathroom door open, but I hadn’t diverted my attention away from my work until I felt strong arms wrap around me, wet hair hitting the side of my face as Luke pressed his cheek to mine.
“I like it.” He smiled. “We’ll have to take more so you can cover the whole wall.” He kissed my cheek sloppily, causing me to wipe away the wet press it made.
“Stop it, you goon.” It was the second time I called him a goon today, but I couldn’t help but love the dorky mood we were in and wish it was like this forever. I honestly do not deserve someone so amazing. I love him so much.

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