Luke had his head rested in your lap, eyes closed you were
sat crossed legged against the armrest of the couch running your fingers
through his golden color hair the only sound being the sound of rain and
crackling fire that Luke had started earlier. You both had spent your rainy days just
enjoying each other’s company. Your fingers were lulling him to sleep; Luke
loved the way you just treated him so gently, giving him the attention he
wanted but was always so shy to ask for. He opened his azure colored eyes
looking at you with a soft look on his face, as the fire bouncing off his skin,
giving him a beautiful glow that made you think he was some sort of angel,
something to beautiful for this world. You noticed a small smile that softened
the moment that he looked into your eyes, a smile that you gladly returned.
Moments like this were common between the two of you but it
never got dull Luke loved the sensation he got from you doing a simple action,
he felt his stresses and worries melt away under your touch, and you felt the
same way too. His fingertips began to graze over your skin, making your skin
shiver under his touch, as he traced small patterns across your skin, just
wanting to touch your skin. His fingers slowly grazed over the flesh of your
neck, stopping at the center of your neck, something he usually does. You
smiled more, knowing what he wanted, and began to hum a small tune, he laid
still as he once again closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your humming
vibrating underneath his fingertips.
This action from Luke was normal to you with him being mute
it was the closest he got to the feeling of being able to speak, feeling the
vibration that came from you gave him a sense of comfort, filling the void he
used to have for a voice. You had asked him a few times why, but he usually couldn’t
explain, he just knew it did.
“Luke” you softly said wanting his attention.
Luke slowly opened his eyes and looked up at you smiling
gently at him. Luke sat himself up slowly shifting positions as he laid back
down pulling you with him your head resting on his chest, a blush crept onto
your face you felt his chuckle, the vibrations of his chest being proof of that.
His hand started playing with your hair, similar to the way you were playing
with his, as you melted into his touch. Luke nodded wanting to know what you
were going to say.
“Do you remember when we met?” you asked him, as you cuddled
further into Luke.
Luke’s cerulean eyes widened, thrown off by your question.
He nodded with a huge smile on his face, his hand reaching for yours, as he
started to write the words on the palm of your hand, something that always
seemed to make you blush when his fingers would trace the letters, something
about it just making it so intimate and personal, since he would never do this
with anyone else besides you. You rest your head on against his chest, looking
directly at Luke as he wrote out his answer…
How could I forget?
You were sitting in your classroom, not a big fan of math, you weren’t the
brightest but you weren’t the dullest either, just average. You had been
working on a set of warm up problems as you heard the door open. Your curiosity
made you looks up to see that had just walked in, expecting it to be a teacher
or a student who walked out. But instead a fairly tall blond boy walked in,
wearing tight black skinny jeans and a black tank. He looked so uncomfortable,
his gaze fixed on his shoes, not wanting to look up at anyone, trying so hard
to blend into the walls, but instead making him stand out even more.
Your teacher immediately looked up, as she walked over to
him by the door, “You’re Luke Hemmings right?” he asked.
Luke nodded, finally looking up, seeing that he had a black
lip piercing, making you more intrigued on who he was. Your teacher glad to
know her new student had arrived, clapped both of her hands in a very
enthusiastic way “Welcome to my math class my name is Mrs. Garcia please take a
seat next to (Y/N), raise your hand (Y/N)!”
You raised your hand, as you thought that his height was
extremely noticeable, but you were wrong, because he had the most beautiful
blue eyes you had seen. Luke made eyes contact with you, which he immediately
broke, not wanting to stare for too long, and looked back at his shoes. He walked
over to you, noticing that he didn’t like the attention that he was getting
from anyone, making you feel kind of bad for him. You gave him a small smile as
he took the seat next to you, which he quickly returned but you noticed that it
was a forced smile.
Mrs. Garcia called the class to attention as she wrote down
new problems for you all to work on since it was mainly reviewing for an
upcoming test, but these set of problems seemed far more difficult than what
she was teaching, almost as if she was teaching a new lesson.
You stared at the set of problems hoping that any second,
you would understand what she was writing, but the more your stared at the
complicated math problems, the more difficult they looked. You started copying
the first problem onto your paper, feeling a bit overwhelmed, staring at it
thinking of how to start it.
You looked over at Luke noticing that he was writing stuff
down on his paper, and glancing back at the board; at least you both seemed
lost by the problems. Luke turned to look at you, making you look back down at
your paper, hoping he didn’t catch you staring at him, as you pretended to work
on the problem.
You looked back at Luke and noticed that he wasn’t writing
anymore, he just looked out the window, leaning his head on his hand, looking a
bit bored. Had he given up on working the problem? Mrs. Garcia walked over to
him and you could see him become nervous once again.
“Luke did you finish the problems already?” she asked.
Luke nodded, seeing the panic grow on his face the more
people started to stare at him. He handed her his notebook and she began to
look over his work, nodding as she read along, following his work making sure
everything was accurate. She smiled as she handed him back his notebooks, “it
all correct, please, go up to the board and answer the first problem”, she said
with a smile, not noticing the way Luke was panicking, but instead of saying anything
he got up and awkwardly went to the board, looking very uncomfortable, trying
so hard to blend in, which just made him stand out so much more.
He started solving the first problem easily, not even bothering
to look back at his notebook to double check his steps.
“That’s amazing! You just solved a College level math
question and with such ease!” she said with happily.
Luke scratched the back of his neck, looking away from
everyone that was starting at him, you included. Your teacher thanked him as he
walked back to his seat, saying that she was glad that she had such a bright
student. You smiled once again as he was walking to his seat, hoping that he
would feel more at ease.
Luke walked over to his seat, your eyes meeting once again,
you smiled widely “wow you’re really smart, I wouldn’t be able to solve it that
quickly”, you admitted.
He looked straight at you, before taking a seat not
bothering to say anything in return. You noticed that he completely ignored
you, not even saying a simple ‘thanks’, you looked at him, hoping that maybe
any second he would say anything, but instead he started writing something
down, still not bothering to acknowledge you.
“you’re welcome”, you whispered to yourself in a somewhat
You let out a sigh as you turned forward, feeling a bit
rejected. The teacher continued to go over the problem that Luke had solved in
case anyone didn’t understand what he did, but then felt Luke tap your
shoulder. You looked over at him, as Luke gave you a small smile, and pushed a piece
of paper towards you, with something written on it
Your gaze softened as you reread the statement. You
instantly apologized, in case he had heard your small comment, you felt really
bad, you thought that he was being rude it never crossed your mind that maybe
he couldn’t physically talk. He smiled as he picked up the pen and wrote down
Don’t worry its fine,
it happens a lot.
As the day went on Luke relaxed more and more, Luke was also
in your English class and you were seated next to him, which he was glad,
because you were so far the only person he felt comfortable around. You let him
meet your friends, Calum, Michael, and Ashton, but he still seemed more at ease
with you, despite them being really nice and already treating him as a part of
He had told you…written, that he had damaged vocal chords,
that didn’t allow him to speak, but you were sure that when he laughed you
could hear a somewhat grunt laugh, which he absolutely hated. Luke admitted
that he hated being around people, mainly because he couldn’t speak, he hated
that there was always some sort of communication barrier and people thought
rude things when he wouldn’t answer anything, but it wasn’t his fault that he
wasn’t physically able to respond.
But throughout the school year, you were able to make him
feel more comfortable, being his voice in classes, reading aloud his answers
when he was called on, which made him happy since he loved hearing your voice,
and you also were his voice when he needed. You enjoyed his company and kept
notebooks filled with the notes you would write and spent countless hours of
him teaching you not only math, since you needed the help, but sign language as
well, wanting to be able to fluently converse with him, which made him also
As the months went on and you and Luke got closer, both of
you secretly loving the shared moments you both spent together, distracted and
isolated from everything one else.
You were both lying on his bed, having spent an hour on math
homework, and you singing one of yours and Luke’s favorite songs that was
playing on the speakers. Luke looked over at you, enchanted by your voice, and
you as well. Luke stared at you before he unconsciously placed his fingertips
on your throat, feeling the way your voice was vibrating under his touch. It
was the first time he had ever done that that you stilled and looked at him
with a confused look. Luke pulled his hand in embarrassment and hoped he didn’t
creep you out. You immediately regretted getting scared, understanding that he
wanted to feel your voice. You smiled as you reached for his hand, and placing
it back on your throat, and began to sing for him, letting him feel your voice.
You noticed that he had a bright smile on his face and brought you closer,
bringing you to him. He cuddled you, letting your head rest on his chest,
hearing the faint sound of his fast beating heart as his fingertips continued
to feel the vibrations and hear the sound of your voice singing just for him.
This was something that you two did frequently after that
day, and to this day you both of you loved it.
I realized I would never be able to sing – I decided, that I instruments
would be my voice.”
Luke had played beautifully on the guitar, letting his
fingers strum and hit chords perfectly. You could tell that when he played, it
really was like his voice, projecting his feelings onto you. In some songs you
could see the anguish and despair that projected over the sound of the guitar
that made your heart clench, other times, you couldn’t help but smile and move
to the beat when he would played some happier songs. He played so well, that it
was almost a shame that he couldn’t sing to those songs, because you knew it
would make it even more perfect than it already was.
He was playing something new for you, a sonata like piece on
guitar. You could tell that he was nervous, the way that his fingers were
somewhat trembling as he played, but still kept playing perfectly. The piece
itself pulled at your heartstrings; playing slow letting the song build, and
then getting louder and more melodic almost something you could slow dance to,
as you felt the passion that he was playing with. He finished the piece letting
the sound resonate with the passion that he had.
He looked down at his guitar, not wanting to look into your
eyes, as the sound was slowly dying. You noticed that Luke’s cheeks were
blushing. He looked at your, his cerulean eyes anxious for you to say
something. He reached for a nearby piece of paper, and quickly wrote something.
Did you like it?
You nodded, “I loved it Luke, it was so beautiful, I nearly
wanted to cry”, you said with a bright smile.
Good, because it’s
You started down at the words, feeling your cheeks heat up,
“what do you mean?” you asked as your heart started to race.
I wrote it for you, so
He wrote down with a clear blush on his face. He was once
again nervous, as his hands were slightly shaking as he held up the notebook
for you. His eyes started anywhere but your own eyes, as his blush grew more
and more. Your cheeks were heating up even more, at seeing Luke so vulnerable
in front of you. He was wearing his heart on his sleeve for you to see, and
hopefully not break.
“Luke, do you like me?” you asked your cheeks and face
burning up by this point.
He looked into your eyes briefly before he turned away. He
nodded, not bothering to write it down, because by now his hands were a mess,
and he knew he would be able to clearly write his answer. You felt your heart pound
against your chest that you wondered if Luke could hear it. Luke liked you; he
had written a song just for you, a passion filled song that was all yours.
You placed your hand on his cheek, making him look at you,
seeing Luke so nervous, almost as if any second you were going to reject his
feelings. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Luke’s eyes widened
not expecting you to kiss him, but soon closed his eyes, and kissed you back.
The kiss was so tender and soft, that it made your insides tingle, bringing
your whole body to life with a fire like feeling. He set down his guitar and
pulled you onto his lap, as he kissed you with a new found passion. He wasn’t
kissing you lustfully, not wanting you to feel like things were moving too
fast, but it was filled with passion that you didn’t think was possible.
“I like you too”, you said as you brought his lips for
another kiss, losing each other in kisses, which was the start of your
It had been years since then then, both of you going to same
college that suited both your needs. You both thought that it would be better
to find a flat together, seeing as how you both weren’t good at meeting new
people, and enjoyed each other’s company too much. And it was one of the best decisions
you two have made.
Your flat had two rooms when you both started renting it,
but that very same day, you shared a bed, and haven’t slept apart since then,
and eventually you two had bought a bigger bed and got rid of the two twin
sized beds. You both loved sleeping in each other’s arms, basking in each other’s
warmth throughout the night and waking up to each other with a smile and soft
kisses. As well as staying up late into the night discovering each other’s
bodies, mapping them out with kisses and touches, and repeating it throughout
the day at times.
Luke would continue to write you songs, serenading you
constantly throughout the flat, which never failed to make your heart race and
heat up. He constantly reminded you of how much he loved you; by the way he
would kiss you on the way to class, picking you up from some of your lectures,
and having weekly study dates, especially in math, which usually led to you
both kissing each other on your shared bed. Luke would constantly hold you
close, loving how you would feel against his body, almost as if your bodies
were molded to fit perfectly against one another.
And you did the same, you would try to learn guitar for him
in secret so you both can play together, which he found out and made him so
happy that you were willing to learn something else for him. You would
constantly hold his hand to your neck, letting him feel the way you said that
you loved him. But Luke loved him the most was that you never left, he grew up
thinking that he would never find someone that no one would be able to love
someone that would never be able to speak. Constantly thinking that no one
would pick him over someone who could actually have a voice that you would be
able to talk to, or sing with, or even say that they loved you, his thoughts
were plagued by that.
But you showed him wrong; you changed his whole perspective,
showing him that despite his disability, you still loved him dearly, never once
becoming impatient with him, as other people did, picking him over other people
with a voice. He was enough for you.
He looked down at you, the golden glow of the fire
illuminate your skin, knowing that he would be happy for the rest of his life…
as long as you were a part of it, and he hoped that you would.
You looked up at him, seeing that he had a lucid smile on
his face as he looked up at you, he looked like as if you were the greatest
thing that has ever happened…which for him, you were. You smiled as you buried
your face in the crook of his neck, placing a small kiss there, which made Luke
gasp a bit.
“What is it Luke?” you whispered into his skin as his hands
tightened their hold on you.
He placed a kiss to your head, as he rested his head on
yours. He reached for your left hand, and began tracing the words onto your
I love you, (Y/N)…I’ll
love you forever… if you let me
He brought your hand to kiss it, his lips kissing the area
of your ring finger. He was sealing his promise with a kiss; something that he
knew would be easy for him to keep. Luke knew that one day he would plan a life
with you, and he hoped that on that very same place he had just kissed, you
would wear the ring he knew he would eventually give you, as well as last name,
he just had to wait for the right time.
You on the other had felt your heart race, you thought that
being with him would make you get used to the feeling of him kissing him, but
you never did. Each kiss or affectionate gesture still made your heart swell
with emotion that you at times thought that maybe Luke was purposely doing it,
wanting to tease your body to see you squirm and gasp.
“I’ll love you forever too Luke”, you said with a smile as
you leaned back up to kiss his lips as his hand locked with yours, drowning out
the rest of the world as you kissed
Ok so punk Luke is
still going to happen, but I got feedback saying that mute Luke should be first,
and yep, decided to do that. I think punk Luke will be up by tomorrow, or the
day afterwards. So yea be on the lookout for that.
I just need to get my
Luke feels out, since I feel that he is the least I write for, (since I mainly
do Ashton, I literally wrote Ashton’s name by accident like five times as I
LET ME KNOW PLEASE, I NEED YOUR INPUT
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK