There I was, in a ratty sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and my favorite pair of beat up converse, and famous rockstar Luke Hemmings was staring at me. He stared, and I stared back until Luke’s bandmate, Calum, started talking to him and he finally looked away. I smirked, having won our little staring contest. I put my attention back on the strangers around me, trying to lose myself, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of having Luke’s eyes all to myself. They had looked soft, as though Luke could never grow tired of looking at me. I had to wonder though,why me? I was probably the least interesting, most bland person in this airport, and yet, Luke had chosen me to stare at. I glanced back at him, mesmerized by the very idea of being in the same room as him. His eyes were glued to his phone and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. I took out my own phone, set on playing a round of Angry Birds when I heard it. Thunder. Immediately, my heart rate quickened and I felt myself start to panic. No, I told myself. You’re perfectly safe. Another boom and my hands were shaking. I scrunched up my eyes and brought my knees up to my chest and pictured myself somewhere far away from here. This hardly seemed to work, however, because my breathing had become ragged and tears were starting to form in my eyes. Storms had always been hard for me, and I could never quite find a way to calm myself down. I usually found myself under a blanket, impatiently awaiting the end of the thunderstorm. But here, in the airport, I didn’t have a blanket to hide under, didn’t have any means to calm myself. I was in an airport, in public.
Outside, the storm was getting worse and I was getting no better. Desperately, I tried counting down from one hundred- I had read somewhere that it slowed your heart rate. When this failed me, my eyes scrunched harder, my heart beat faster, and I felt myself spiraling into a panic attack. And then suddenly, I felt a touch of warmth on my hand, which had been tightly clutching the arm rest on my chair. I opened my eyes to find a hand placed over my own. I looked up to find that the owner of the hand was none other than Luke, who had a very concerned look on his face. He took my hand in his and lead me to a more private part of the waiting area. We sat down on a wide bench. Luke eyed me; he must have assumed I knew who he was when he lead me over here.
“What’s wrong?” Luke asked, worry written on his face.
“Oh,” I said, face reddening. Luke Hemmings was talking to me and I must have looked like a wreck. “Storms aren’t the easiest thing for me,”
“Look,” he says, “I know I’ve never met you, and you’ve never met me, but I want to help you.”
“How would you do that?” I asked, shrinking in my seat as another flash of lightning stuck Earth.
Slowly, Luke reached for my waist, and after I gave him a nod of affirmation, he brought my body to his, so my fast heartbeat was against his steady one. He rested his chin on top of my head and began singing quietly to me. As Luke sang, I began to feel myself becoming calmer and more serene. By the time he had finished his song, I was slumped up against him, reveling in his warmth and smell. Curious, I thought, that Luke would hold a perfect stranger. Again, my mind wandered to the why me? Before I could lose my courage I had just gained from him, I asked Luke.
Luke looked a bit taken aback at my sudden outburst, but his eyes went back to their softness in an instant.
"I don’t know really. I guess, when I saw you, I felt the need to get to know you. The real you, not the one that you pretend to be in front of other people. You just looked so interesting sitting there. My mind was filled with questions like ‘Why is she alone? Where is she going? Where is she coming from?’ To be fair, I can see how it would be confusing that I don’t even know your name and I’m cuddling you in an airport. ”
I couldn’t hold back my bright grin as Luke told me what was on his mind.
“My name is Y/N. I would like to get to know you too. The real you, that is.”
Eyes brightening at the sight of your smile, Luke said, “Y/N. That’s a nice name. I’m Luke.”
As your name spilled from his lips, you realized that no one would ever say it better than him. That it sounded so right, so perfect coming from his mouth, that no one else should ever bother to say it again.
I rested my head back up against his chest and he held me. He held me until we heard that our flight was boarding. Quickly, Luke took out his phone.
“Can I, uh. Can I have your number?” Luke asked, suddenly becoming nervous. Shooting him a smile to show him that he shouldn’t be worried, I gladly took his phone and typed in my number. After one more hug of farewell, I said my goodbyes to Luke Hemmings. However, I was sure that we would see each other again.