a/n: so a while ago I got this very cool prompt, ‘Bad girl!y/n. Something different bc we always see bad boy!luke. Like, she’s got an attitude and is all about random hook ups and never staying the night but then Luke comes along…’ and I’ve spent the last week sort of mapping out a detailed little plan for about 10 parts to this. I’m reworking some of it now so it may be more (it may be less) but anyway, here is part one. I hope y’all like it and, as always, feedback is pretty cool :) Oh there’s a vaguely smutty bit but I’m not so skilled at that so please forgive me.
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Luke was never one to hang around in bookstores; he didn’t mind the occasional read – sort of – but he was never so invested that he’d spend more than the 5 minutes it took him to pick up a selection of his favourite music magazines lost in the aisles. The cosy little bookstore by his apartment was the closest place to stock them all, so on the first Thursday of every month he found himself wandering in, past the couple of armchairs in the window corner, to the very back shelf where the magazines were stacked. He liked the routine of it; grabbing a coffee and settling himself on his bed to flip intently through the pages, eager to immerse himself in new perspectives, interviews, reviews.
There was never really anyone in the store when he went in – there was never really anyone in there when he walked by, either, so your presence in the typically deserted armchairs surprised him. He knew who you were; you were friends with his band mate Michael. He’d never really spoken to you, though, only hovered awkwardly while you spoke to his friend, a leather jacket over every outfit; black boots, chipped nail polish, soft lips always accentuated by a different colour lipstick. If he was honest, he knew who you were because every time he saw you, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.