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DONT LEAVE ME HANGING

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"Boy"

A short film by STAMMEN 2014

produced by Station Next

Just Friends...For Now (Luke)

Type: Luke Hemmings imagine

Pairing: Luke/reader (referred to as ‘you’)

Word count: 899

Requested?: No

A/N- Hey guys! Thanks for your patience on our writing, Anna and I (and I’m sure Kylie too) have been super stressed about the beginning of the school year and everything we have going on, so we haven’t had much time to write. But things are settling down a little bit now, so expect to see some new stuff soon :) I wrote this the other day, so I hope you like it! xoxo, Katie

Thick sheets of rain slid down the window of your cold hotel room, giving the room an eerie ambiance, as the only source of light was a dim lamp beside the bed. Sharp cracks of thunder boomed for the hundredth time that hour, sending chills down your spine. This was becoming unbearable. Being alone was one thing, but being alone when the ominous weather could strike at any minute was another. Your measly sweatshirt and yoga pants weren’t really cutting it either. It was still absolutely freezing.
“That’s it,” you sighed, shoving the comforter away from you, and sliding out of bed. There was no way you would be able to fall asleep like this, so there was only one thing left to do.
You padded quietly down the dimly-lit hallway of the hotel in your fuzzy socks, muttering to yourself, trying to remember the room number.
“Four fifty three, four fifty three” you muttered, shuffling around a corner, finally finding yourself face to face with room 453. The faint melody of an acoustic guitar faded through the crack under the door, letting you know that he was still awake.
*Knock knock knock*
you lightly tapped on the door, making sure not to disturb any of the other guests on the floor.
He was wearing only flannel pajama pants and socks, a shirt was nowhere to be found, but he smiled as soon as he saw your face.
“Hey, what’s up?” Luke asked with a smile, lightly scratching the back of his head with one hand, as he leaned against the door frame with the other. You and Luke had been best friends for quite a few years, so he asked you to come on tour with him and the band, just to keep him company since the boys tended to need some space from each other every once in a while. His blonde hair was dripping in his eyes, fresh from the shower.
You looked up into his soft blue eyes and stammered bashfully, “I…umm, I couldn’t sleep. I was alone and the thunder was loud and I didn’t know what to do so I came here and-” he cut you off by pulling you inside the room and shutting the door.
“It’s alright,” he said, moving his clothes and guitar to the floor, clearing a space for you to sit down on the bed. You carefully sat down on the bed, making sure to leave some space for him to sit down too. “Do you want anything, water? Food? A blanket?” he asked nervously.
“No, I’m ok,” you said with a shy smile. Why was he being so awkward? This wasn’t the confident Luke Hemmings you knew.
You halfway expected him to put a shirt on, now that he wasn’t alone, but he seemed perfectly comfortable as he was, as he plopped down next to you, fumbling through the channels on the somewhat dysfunctional television set.
You crawled to the back of the bed and peeled back some of the covers, sliding your body underneath, just silently appreciating his existence in the room.
Finally giving up on the television, he tossed the remote onto the couch on the other side of the room, and turned to face you. Smiling, he pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed, making sure to give you some space as he slid under them next to you.
“Are you ok?” you asked, his face only inches from yours on the pillow.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered sleepily.
“Ok…” you whispered, beginning to close your eyes and try to fall asleep.  The two of you lie there in silence for a few minutes, but the silence was numbingly uncomfortable for some reason.
“Actually,” he said, touching your arm and sitting up. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes, and facing him.
“Look, I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got here. We’ve been so close for so long, and right now this feels so empty and wrong and I couldn’t figure out why…” he rambled, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Luke,” you tried to say, but he cut you off.
“And you being here tonight made me realize why this felt so wrong. Because I know that even though you probably don’t feel the same way, I love you. I love you a lot.” he finally managed to say. Your jaw dropped.
“And I’ve tried so hard to hide it because I didn’t think you would ever feel them same way, but I can’t do it anymore. No one else has ever made me feel this way and I don’t know how else to say it…you have no idea how happy it made me to see your face at my door tonight, you have no idea.”
You leaned forward, pulling him into a tight hug, whispering in his ear, “I love you too.”
He finally let go and sat back, nervously running his hand through his hair.
“You…you do?” he asked bashfully.
You nodded, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. He touched your shoulder, motioning for you to lie down.
“Come here,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist, and pulling you closer to him underneath the covers.
He lightly kissed you on the cheek and smiled.
“Now you’ll never have to be alone again.”

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"Make your dream come true, Nagisa! Nagisa! Are you an idiot or what?! A child’s dream is their parent’s dream! So you grant it for us! We’ve been dreaming of the day you would make your dream come true! We didn’t give up our dreams! We  changed our dreams to your dreams! That’s what parents are! That’s what family is! So…ever since that day, every day while baking bread, we’ve been living, waiting for this day!" - Akio Furukawa

"You’re about to make what Sunohara and I couldn’t do happen. Right now, you’re even carrying the sense of failure we went through." - Tomoya Okazaki 

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