"Y/N, what do you want to do today?" Luke asks as he enters your shared bedroom. "Do you wanna go shop----" his voice trailed off once he saw you sprawled across the bed, soft snores echoing the room.
He smiled as he admired your sleeping figure and your beautiful features. He placed a small kiss on your forehead as he sat on the bed's edge, wandering around the room, looking for something fun to do. Ss he swung his legs back and forth, his ankles hit on something hard under the bed.
"What's this?" He whispered to himself, as he bent down to see what the object was. He pulled out an old shoe box whose body was covered in colored paper. He raised an eyebrow. Then the smile reappeared on his face when he read the letterings on the box's lid.
Y/N's Memory Box
Luke cautiously sat back down on the bed, trying not to wake you up. He slowly opened the box to reveal a bunch of old things. He picked up a familiar red rose. He remembered this was the exact same rose he gave you when he was your prom date.
His eyes darted to a pice of folded paper. He picked it up and saw his own name in cursive writing. He immediately unfolded it and read what was written.
If only Luke knew what I felt for him. He's my best friend, but I love him for a really long time now, and I believe I can treat him better than any other girl can. I was going to finally confess my feelings for him, but I was too late. He has a girlfriend already.
Luke smiled, blushing a little. This was two months ago, when he was with his girlfriend before you. And you were jealous about it. He put down the paper, leaving it unfolded, as he saw another piece of paper, Luke's name still in cursive writing, but this time a heart in the end. Again he unfolded the paper.
Luke is officially mine now, and I'm officially his, and I'm literally the happiest girl on earth. Now to fulfill my promise, to treat him better than any other girl can. I love you, Luke.
His heart fluttered at the last four words. You may be a couple already, but you've never said I love you to each other yet. Yes. Two months have passed and you still haven't.
He also spotted an old picture, he picked it up and realized it was a self portrait of him when he was 15 years old. He remembered giving this to you so you wouldn't miss him while he was on tour. He laughed once he saw his face. He was wearing a really stupid smile and his hair was--------
"L-Luke?!" Your groggy voice interrupted him. He almost forgot you were there and he had woke you up. "Hey babe," He gives you a warm smile.
Your eyes widened as you saw his hands on your very own memory box. "Luke!" You repeated as you immediately sat up and grabbed the old box away from him. Your jaw dropped when you realized he read the papers. "Y-you read this?" You asked him, turning really red. He smirks at you in response.
"No, no, no, no, no..." You chant as you got up. "What's wrong?" Luke asks. "This is embarrassing, my boyfriend knows I have a memory box and now he thinks I'm a childish-----" "Sshhh," Luke shushes you as he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back down to the bed. "I think it's cute," He whispers, pulling you closer to him. You stayed like that for a while until Luke spoke up again.
"Y/N?" He asks, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Yeah?" You replied. "I love you too." He mumbles. You can feel his cheeky smirk against your skin.
