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Make It Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Twenty-One.

We had just gotten out of school, and before we hung out at his house, Luke dragged me to the gas station to get unhealthy snacks and ice cream, in attempt to make me feel better. As I was in a shitty mood already, he had me wait in the car. After about two minutes, my irritability and horrible mood got the best of me, and I flicked off the radio that played the same five pop songs over and over, searching for Luke’s cd’s. I grabbed the first one I saw, an Arctic Monkeys one, and popped it in, glancing up and into the nearly vacant store. The clear windows had posters scattered along them—they made it easy to see Luke, but easier to not notice him. I’d usually look away, but I noticed him talking to someone. I couldn’t quite make out who it was, but after squinting and getting on the near edge of my seat, I saw it was Madison Brown.

The only, immediate thought that popped into my mind was that she was convincing him to come back to hers. That he was going to come back to the car, drop me off at home, and go fuck her senseless. And in hopes to subconsciously keep him with me, I unclasped my favorite necklace, and set it over his rearview mirror. I hoped he’d see it and smile and come back to me. Luke slammed the door as he got in the car, sighing loudly as he tossed the bag in the middle seat.
“What?” I mumbled. Somehow, despite my tendency to be a bitch toward Luke while I’m having a bad day, I’ve managed to be relatively calm with him.
“Madison Brown.” He hissed. “She’s such a bitch.” He looked back, backing out of his space and driving. “I don’t why she has to continue to fuck with me! Or you for that matter! What’s so fucking special about us that she can’t fucking stay away?!?!” He ranted as he drove, which made me nervous. He’s always reckless when he drives angry. “I hate her so fucking much!” He slammed a hand on the top of the steering wheel, causing me to jump.
“What did she say?” I cowered. I wasn’t afraid of him, I was just afraid he’s too angry to drive. “Do you want me to drive?” My question came out slow and weary.
“No.” He refused, and it came to me that he didn’t even notice my necklace hanging there. It couldn’t be that hard to see, maybe he’s just too mad.

“What did she say?” I repeated.
“The same fucking thing she always says.” He spat. “How we used to date, and she’d take me back.” He rolled his eyes.
“And what did you say?” I inquired.
“I told her I was with you.”
“Do you want her back?” He scoffed.
“No!” He exclaimed. “She’s such a whore and it fucking kills me how much she means to me and what I did for her and how much of a fucking waste of time-” Luke was cut off by screeching of brakes as he tried to force his car to an immediate stop. His arm flinging over my small body as somewhat of a protective instinct. I gasped, immediately losing my breath as the car jerked to a stop. “What the fuck!?!?!” Luke yelled, honking his horn as he slowly began to accelerate.
“Jesus Christ.” I muttered under my breath, trying to control both my breathing and erratic heartbeat.
“Shit. Fuck. Romy are you okay?” He rushed, grabbing my hand and squeezing gently.
“Fine.” I rasped, clearing my throat quietly, running my thumb over the back of his hand. Luke and I were silent for the rest of the ride, as we were both a bit shaken up, and just continued on to his house.

***

It’s been about two hours since we got to Luke’s and literally all we’ve accomplished is putting on Friends, and sitting on the couch. His brothers were hoarded upstairs with their girlfriends, doing God knows what, and his mum and dad were still at work. We were sitting next to each other with cans of coke on the coffee table, and a blanket draped over my lap. We weren’t holding hands or cuddling. We were simply sitting, enjoying each others company, and that was fine with both of us. As Friends breaked for commercial, I sighed, holding the side of my head, where a migraine was forming.
“You okay?” Luke asked, playing with his lip ring.
“I’ve a headache.” I mumbled, grabbing my coke to take a sip.
“Do you want an aspirin?” I shook my head.
“I’ll manage.” Our attention was turned back to the telly for a few minutes, until Luke looked at me again.
“I can give you a back rub.” He offered.
“How is that supposed to help my head?” I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
“I don’t know, it’s supposed to be romantic or something.” He muttered, blushing slightly. I giggled, bopping his nose.
“Okay.” I accepted, selfishly just wanting him to touch me. He stood up, silently directing me to lie down as he carefully hovered over me, his hands pressing into my back and rubbing it gently.

“That feels really nice.” I laughed, gently humming as he kneaded circles into my skin.
“Glad to help, baby.” could have sat there forever, half-falling-asleep as Luke massaged me, but we heard his front door open and quickly scrambled back to our previous positions before Liz and Andrew walked in.
“Hi, kids.” Liz smiled, Andrew silently nodding at us, going straight to his study as Liz brought herself to see what we were watching. Luke motioned upstairs, pulling me up without excusing ourselves from his mum. “Where are you two going?” She frowned. “Oh, I’ll be in the kitchen, I won’t bother you!” She insisted, trying to get us to stay downstairs.
“We’re in a bad mood, mum.” He muttered, pulling me upstairs without another word.

He and I immediately collapsed on the bed, Luke pulling my small body to his, so I lied against his chest. The room was silent, besides our quiet breathing and the muffled telly, that we honestly didn’t know was that loud.
“Luke?” My voice was in a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think I’m pretty?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “When I was a kid, I never thought I was. I still don’t. But when I was like eight, maybe… I-I woke up and I couldn’t open my eyes. I screamed out for my mum, and she came running into the room, and I thought I had gone blind. And I was happy, because I’d never have to see how ugly I was, ever again. And mum got me a warm cloth and she wiped my eyes and she fixed it… And it was only pinkeye, a pretty bad case, my eyes got those icky crusty things on them and they sealed them shut. I was just so fucking glad to be blind for that moment, I thought I’d never have to see myself again. But it was only pinkeye.” I fell silent, staring up at Luke as he looked down at me, playing with his lip ring with his tongue.
“I think you’re beautiful.” He whispered, playing with my hair.

“I think you are, too.” I admitted, squirming out of his grip to sit criss cross beside him, his body still sprawled out, lying down. “Like… Your hair… And how you do it up in a little quiff.” I gently ran a hand through it. “I could bop your nose everyday.” I giggled, doing so as he smiled. And you’ve really pretty lips.” I canvassed them, stopping at the metal. “Your lip ring.” I whispered, continuing down to the light stubble. “You look quite cute with stubble, too. And you’re tall.” I intertwined my hands with his. “Funny.” I added. “Sweet.” I let out a dry laugh. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Lukey.” I told him. “But, I love you so much.” Leaning down, I kissed his nose, Luke squeezed my hands in response, smiling. “You’re perfect.” I whispered. “I don’t deserve you.” Luke shook his head.
“I don’t deserve you, baby.” He whispered. “I love you.” Despite the conversation we had just had, the room fell silent once more, and we just sat there(well, Luke lied down).

“Do you really want to run away?” He asked, finally. “I promised you if things were bad, we’d leave. And, hell, they’re pretty bad.” He laughed dryly. “Well, do you really want to run away?” I stayed silent for a long while, watching Luke as he played with my fingers.
“I don’t know.” I whispered. “Half of me does, half of me doesn’t.” I sighed, Luke nodded. “What do you think we should do?” He shrugged.
“Whatever you want.” He simply noted.
“Well don’t leave it all up to me!” I whined, silence striking us for what seemed like the millionth time.
“We’ll give it another day.” Luke decided for us, I nodded.

“Romy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever think about… Never mind.” He shook his head, opting to keep his mouth shut.
“What?” I encouraged, Letting go of Luke’s hands as he sat across from me, mocking my criss cross position and holding my hands once again.
“It’s stupid.” He diminished.
“No, it’s not.” I playfully rolled my eyes as he brought my hands up to his mouth, pressing his lips against them, lightly scattering a pattern.
“Well… Like… Our future.” He whispered, embarrassed.
“Yes.” I promised. “A lot of times, when I’m trying to sleep.” He gave me a small smile.

“I think about it a lot, too.” He nodded. “Like… If we’re going to get married… I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Romy.” I was completely shocked, having no idea he cared about me that much.
“Within good time.” I whispered, grinning like an idiot.
“We can… We’re going to get out of highschool, and we’ll go to university together… And we’ll have a shitty flat, and the mattress will be on the floor, and it’ll barely be big enough for just you and I, so we’ll bicker a lot, but we’ll come home after classes and we’ll order chinese food, talk about our day, laugh, and watch dumb films. After university, you’ll get a well paying job as a beautician, and I’ll get some dead-end office job with an arse hole boss, and I’ll be miserable because I couldn’t fucking decide what I wanted to do. And you’ll be happy, and when I come home to see you grinning and telling me all about your job, it’ll be worth it because I know you’re in heaven, and even though I’m in hell, I still get to hold you at night. And maybe I’ll propose first, or maybe we’ll be the dumb kids we are and I’ll accidentally get you pregnant and then I’ll propose. And we’ll get married, and have a little baby with your wavy hair and my eyes and I’ll hope it looks exactly like you, so there are more absolutely perfect people in this world. And we’ll love each other so much, and we’ll finally move out of our shitty flat. Maybe into a nicer one, maybe into a small house. And we’ll have more kids, maybe like two or three, four if we’re up to it, and we’ll be the closest family ever, with dinners together, and our kids will come to us when they need advice, and we’ll grow old and become grandparents, and we’ll still be happy. We’ll be perfect, and it might take a while, baby… But I promise to give you all that, as long as you promise to stay with me, I promise to protect you.” My eyes began to water, my lip quivering as Luke pressed his lips against mine.
“I promise.” I whispered.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a few days(this is going to be a long-ish authors note, please read)
I've just started school, and I may or may not be writing this chapter at eleven o'clock at night to avoid my three essays and an analysis...
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Comments

@exiiliious
I love it! I finished the second one and I reading Birthmark now. It's great too!

@Ana Hemmings'
It means the world that you're reading and commenting!!!

@exiiliious
No problem! I really do love this book! I started and finished it today and started the second one. At the moment I am already 12 chapters into Good Intentions.

@Ana Hemmings'
Thank you!!!

@Ana Hemmings'
Thank you!!!