Sweetheart - College!Luke Hemmings
a/n: this was requested by @silkaperez so I hope you like this :)
If there was one word to describe you it would be shy. Not like the cutesy shy where you hid behind sweater paws and look down at your feet. No, yours was an extreme case of shyness. Yours was taking a different route to avoid people, when not inside a class you were tucked away in your dorm or inside the library.
So when your dorm roommate (pretty much your only friend), being her loud, outgoing self, was invited to a party and wanted to drag you along, you instantly said no. There were going to be too many people given the fact that it was held at one of the most well known frats on campus. Too many awkward encounters on your part and you weren’t one to drink. Besides, you needed to finish your Scientology project. So there was no way you could go.
But, after hours of begging from your determined roommate and even bribes, you had dreadfully said yes.
You could barely get the word out of your mouth before she was throwing outfits at your sitting form. Eventually you had managed to find an outfit that wasn’t uncomfortable (besides the heels you were forced to wear) and put on a bit of makeup.
It was about another half a hour before you were walking to the frat house with your roommate at your side. It wasn’t much of a walk considering your dorm was by all of the frat houses and soon enough you were walking up to the door.
Walking through the door was an experience you were not used to. The blaring music filled your ears almost instantly, drowning out anything and everything else.
You were pulled to the kitchen where there were stacks of red cups and almost empty and all the way filled bottles of liquor. A cup was forced into your hand and taking a small sip of it was not a good idea. You grimaced at the drink placing it on the counter and opening the fridge in search of water. Luckily you found a lone water bottle to which you happily took out of the fridge and took a gulp.
Soon realizing you were alone and that your party animal of a roommate had disappeared, you took a look around the kitchen seeing drunken figures giggling and talking. Not seeing anyone familiar you made your way into the main room where there were countless people dancing and grinding and talking (more like shouting because of the volume of the music).
Making your way to a door that you assumed led to the backyard, you took another sip of your water. Once you were outside you took a deep breath, leaning against the house with your eyes closed.
“Alright there, Sweetheart?”
Your eyes immediately flew open to see and boy sitting in one of the chairs by the doorway. He had blond hair poking through the backwards snapback on his head, deep blue eyes and a smirk that gave you a weird feeling in your stomach.
"I’m fine.” You muttered, stepping away from the doorway across from the boy.
The boy quickly looked you up and down before eyeing you with a raised eyebrow. “Why haven’t I seen you around before?” You immediately recognized him as Luke, the boy in your Scientology class. You bit your lip looking down at your fingers that were twisting and untwisting the bottle cap.
You let out a sigh glancing back up at him. “I’m guessing you just don’t look around that much.” You shrugged, looking down at the bottle in your hands.
He took a drink from his cup, looking at you from over the brim. You looked up just to see his eyes widen and to quickly swallow his drink.
"You’re in my Scientology class.”
You nodded, humming in agreement. Luke’s cheeks flushed red, looking down at his cup, his demeanor changing.
"How’s your project coming along?” He asked awkwardly.
You let out a small laugh to which he cracked a smile. “Well, if I’m telling you the truth, I wanted to work on it instead of coming here but my roommate wouldn’t let me.”
He chuckled lightly, setting his now empty cup down. After a few more minutes of conversation you were starting to get more comfortable by the second, your water abandoned beside his empty cup while you sat next to him.
"Y'know,” He started, “I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you but I thought you were too good for me and I just never talked to you.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.
You could feel your cheeks flush, opening your mouth and then closing it, not knowing what to say.
"Well, I’m glad you are now,” You finally settled on saying, smiling at him.
“Sweetheart,” He started, to which you cut him off. “ My name’s Y/N.”
“Sweetheart,” He said again, giving you a pointed look. “ Can I kiss you?”
“Only if I get to see you again after this.”
He smirked at you, leaning closer, resting his hand on the back of your neck. “Oh Sweetheart, you definitely will be seeing a lot more of me.”