If anyone asked him, Luke didn’t miss you. You weren’t the last image he saw in his head as he drifted off to sleep each night. He never saw your face or your perfect silhouette draped with the beautiful colors of his mind dancing through his sweet dreams. He’d never admit that every day he sang in front of the thousands of tiny faces holding up little lights like a thousand little stars illuminating a night sky he was silently dedicating every song to you. He never wished that when he ran offstage, sweat glistening across his brow and the sweet adrenaline rush still heavy, he would be running directing into your arms, pulling you close into his already warm body and listening to your laugh like you were playing him his favorite song. You were best friends. He wasn’t supposed to miss his best friend like that. He wasn’t supposed to miss that lovely smell of your hair or the sparkle in your eye or the way your fingers seemed to fit so perfectly around his or how soft your lips must be and how well yours and his could mingle together. But when you showed up at his hotel room one random night in some random city, the brightest of smiles on your face, and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body against yours, squealing, “did you miss me? I’ve missed you so much!” He couldn’t help but tighten his arms around you, his eyes shut hard holding back his overwhelming emotions and whisper back, “you have no idea.”
do u ever read an unpopular fic that is insanely good, like the character depth is fantastic, the plot is intriguing, and the grammar is on point,
and then u read one with a lot of reads and the characters are kinda shallow, the plot is circular, and the grammar isn’t all that great
bc that is one of the biggest disappointments in my life.