Mystery Man - Luke
Requested - ““I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me” with bff Luke please <3”
“I’d go to the ends of the earth for you with only mild complaining”
You’d reblogged the text post automatically, as you did with every post that made you think of Luke. You never planned on Luke seeing them. You didn’t really speak about your tumblr to anybody, especially not your best friend, who was the reason behind your unrequited love.
#you #its always been you #i hate that I love you so much
You’d tagged the post.
Who?! Luke’s mouth turned into a scowl as he read the tags of all the posts you’d reblogged to do with love and heartbreak. He couldn’t help the jealousy that bubbled up inside him. Partly because he was your best friend and you’d never mentioned liking someone to him, he thought this was something you’d trust him with, but the main reason behind his jealousy was the fact that you seemed to be head over heels with somebody who obviously wasn’t him. After making this discovery on your tumblr, Ashton, Calum and Michael had heard nothing but his whining about this boy he didn’t know, who clearly meant so much to you.
“You’ve been friends with her for years, been in love with her from the second you met her, and still haven’t made a move. Are you seriously surprised that she met someone else?!” Calum doesn’t beat around the bush.
“Mate, talk to her” Ash tries a gentler approach, “you never know, you could be the guy!” Luke had scoffed at this, insistent that you were way out of his league.
“She’s so lovely and really hot, why would you think she’d stay single?” Michael had laughed.
“Luke? Luke!” You nudge his shoulder, his eyes were unfocused, a scowl etched on his face that had been there the entire night.
“What?” He turns to you.
“What’s with you tonight?” You laugh at him, “you’ve barely paid attention to anything I’ve said all night.”
“Yes, I have. You said that you think Krispy Kreme should deliver and Chris Hemsworth is so perfect that he might actually be a god.” He repeats the thoughts you’d decided to vocalise throughout the evening.
“Well, they should and he is” you nod, “you weren’t talking so I had to fill the silence. You said you wanted to watch The Avengers anyway, and you haven’t even looked at the screen!”
“Just tell me he doesn’t have really big muscles” Luke’s eyes meet yours, as he asks you this confusing question, “and he isn’t really funny or clever or nice, tell me he’s a bit of an idiot.”
“Are you talking about Chris Hemsworth?!” You frown, “Luke, he’s a god. He’s flawless, look at him!”
“No, I mean the guy you like” he mutters, finally looking at the TV screen, so he doesn’t have to look in your eyes when you start to tell him how wonderful this guy was.
“I-you…what?!” You’re lost for words.
“I went on your tumblr..” He admits.
“Wh-why…why would you do that?!”
“Because I was trying to show Cal that vine of the old man falling on the escalator you showed me!” He defends himself.
“Oh god….okay” you desperately try to think of every post you’d ever reblogged that was aimed at Luke, “what did you see?”
“That you like some guy” he mumbles, “who is he? Why haven’t you mentioned him?”
“I-I don’t…I…” You stop as you begin to recognise the expression in Luke’s eyes.
“He sounds like a dick, whoever he is” Luke replies, childishly.
“He is a dick” you shrug, “and he isn’t really muscular, he thinks he’s funny but he’s not, he’s an idiot, he’s too tall, he’s annoying, he’s very clever, although sometimes he says the most stupid things, he’s also very lovely” you pause, as you see Luke’s eyes close, his face looks defeated, “he also goes on my tumblr when he told me he wouldn’t do.” His head shoots up.
“What did you just say?!” He licks his bottom lip.
“Who else would it be, Luke?” You whisper.
“I love you” he swallows, needing you to know that he felt the same way.
“I love you too” you look into his eyes, hoping he knows how much you mean the words.
“No, you don’t understand, I mean that I…” He stammers.
“I’m so ridiculously in love with you, Hemmings” you interrupt him, placing a hand at the back of his neck.
“Yeah, th-that’s what I meant” he laughs, relieved, “well, not the ‘Hemmings’ part, obviou…”
“Stop talking” giggling, you pull his face towards yours until your lips meet.