I had no idea where Luke went. The hallway went one of two ways, and each way was short enough that the long-legged boy could have turned the corner before I even made it out the door. I closed my eyes and sighed. If I were Luke and I was upset, where would I want to go?
Somewhere quiet. That'd be his first step. There were voices to my right, so I chose left. The other hallway was quite a bit longer. I seriously doubted Luke went for the doors at the very end of the hall, which left the staircase to my left or the slightly ajar door next to them.
Stairs. Definitely the stairs. I knew he wouldn't go down. There were fans outside, and the last thing he'd want right now would be to take pictures and deal with crying teenagers. I took a peek at each floor as I passed, but didn't see anything that stood out until I was on the fifth floor. There was a slightly cracked door with a sign taped to it stating that the door should be closed at all times.
Luke was sitting in the large couch, his knees tucked into his chest. I walked into the room silently. It was a recording booth. Of course Luke would pick a recording booth to sulk in. The studio's door was open, and I could see the faint outline of an acoustic guitar in a stand in the corner. I had no idea whose it was, but I really didn't care. I walked in, picked it up, and came back into the room, sitting on the other side of the couch.
"Happy or sad song?" I questioned. Luke was frowning at me in confusion, but he didn't say anything. I lifted an eyebrow at him. "Happy? Or sad?" I repeated. He shrugged. I let out a lengthy sigh. Fine, I'd choose for him.
"Well, this is called Edge of Love." I said quietly before positioning my fingers on the neck of the guitar.
I hadn't played this song since I wrote it. And that was about five years ago. The intro was a bit rusty, but by the time I got to singing, it sounded fine.
"The weather's fine,
maybe I'm your leap of faith." I didn't look at Luke once, even though I was almost halfway done with the song. I knew what his reaction would be.
As soon as the song was done, I stood up and started towards the recording booth to put the guitar back, but Luke stopped me, grabbing my arm gently.
"When did you write that?" He asked. I turned to him, a slight grimace on my face. I shouldn't have played the song. I knew he would ask that.
"About a month before your tour with One Direction." I admitted. I saw Luke wince at my words, as if I'd just slapped him in the face. Yeah. I'd written it just before I left him. "I was going to play it for you, but- well, things happened." I explained. Luke nodded, reaching out for the guitar.
"I want to show you something." He said as I handed the instrument over to him. He immediately began playing chords. I missed hearing him play the guitar, and I couldn't help the small smile that tilted my lips upwards as he began to sing.
"Cause baby you and me,
we can always be,
I just wanna call you mine." As he finished the song, I couldn't help but let a tear drip down my cheek. Luke immediately set the guitar down against the wall and reached forward to wipe the tear away.
"Hey, it's not supposed to be a sad song, you know." He gave me a lopsided smile, and I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"We're probably the stupidest people on the planet." I said, sniffing. I didn't even have to explain my words. Judging by the expression on his face, Luke knew exactly what I was talking about.
We had been falling for each other. Yes, we were only in our mid teens back then, but the feelings we had for each other were very real. And, like the immature children that we were, we allowed one simple argument to ruin everything. An argument that shouldn't have escalated into what it had. We dropped all feelings towards each other because of one stupid incident.
"Yeah, we kind of are." He agreed. "But," He added, standing up from the couch, "If you'll allow me, I'd like to start over." He finished. I was confused until he held a hand out to me.
"Hello, miss. I'm Luke." He introduced himself. I stifled a giggle, but played along with his game anyways. Reaching up, I grabbed his hand. He bent down and pressed a light kiss to the back of my hand. I fake swooned, using my other hand to fan myself off.
"Oh, my, Mr. Luke. It is very nice to meet you. I'm Daeyna." I giggled, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
"The pleasure is all mine, Ma'dam." He said, bowing slightly. When he stood back up, he held out an arm for me. I looped mine with his, and he ledt me out the door. "Now, I do believe I offered you lunch?" He questioned. I lifted an eyebrow.
"Don't you have an interview to finish?" I asked, somewhat concerned. Luke waved a hand dismissively as we entered the staircase.
"The boys can handle themselves just fine. The interview is over in like ten minutes anyways. I don't really want to answer tons of questions about the band and the tour right now." He assured me.
I didn't ask anything else as we passed the floor where everyone else was, heading for the ground floor of the building. My arm was still looped with Luke's, and I smiled at the thought. Maybe we'd finally get the fresh start we needed. Neither of us were really mad at the other anymore, and though we should probably sit down and talk about that day at some point, it didn't need to be today.
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I know this chapter is a little shorter than most, but I wanted to get it out there before I ended up late for the update. I'll see you all next week! I'm tired and am going to go to bed. =))
Love you all to bits!
Oh, and the song she sings in this chapter is called Edge of Love by Mindy Smith. It should be on youtube if you want to look it up. =))
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Forgiven // l.h. // Book 2 in Bully Series
Fanfiction"We're like the stupidest people ever." "Yeah, we kinda are."
