Meeting the Family - Luke Hemmings
I wrote this based on wishing Luke would come home with me for Christmas and meet my family….sorry not sorry
“I’m going to vomit,” Luke muttered as they pulled up to his girlfriend’s house, the blonde’s stomach queasy since they had gotten off the plane at Logan, Boston’s largest airport, an hour ago. He had stalled a bit by getting her to stop at Starbucks knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist, but even then, it was inevitable that they would’ve ended up here eventually.
“Luke Hemmings, you aren’t going to vomit,” she scolded, pulling the rental into the familiar drive she hadn’t seen in almost a year. “I promise, my family isn’t that bad.”
“What if they don’t like me?” She sighed rolling her eyes, hand reaching across to rub his thigh softly.
“Babe, they’ll love you. My mom’s so excited to meet you, my sister’s one of your biggest fans, my brother wants me to be happy…I’d just be worried about my dad and uncle,” she trailed off, fear shooting up his spine. “Baby…Luke…it’s okay.”
“I can’t do this babe.” She sighed turning the car off, climbing out to grab their bags from the trunk as he sat there trying to catch his breath. She left him there, walking up the front steps to the door knocking loudly. She watched Luke slowly get out of the car, making his way up the porch in his dark grey sweater, scarf wrapped around his neck with a beanie atop his head covering the little blonde curls she loved so much