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Jealous/Best Friend - Luke Hemmings

I suck my teeth in annoyance, hoping that [Y/N] will get the hint and stop talking about this guy that she met while she was out last night. I'm barely even listening to what she's saying - I really don't want to hear it. Hearing her talk about other guys to me makes me want to rip my ears off. I'm not even sure what this guys name is, for the past half an hour I've been hearing it as 'prick.'
".... So do you think I should go?" [Y/N] says expectantly, looking to me for an answer. I haven't been listening, so I don't know what the right answer is. However, she's probably asking if she should meet up with Prick again, so my obvious answer is no.
I shrug nonchalantly. "If you wanna."
Those aren't the words I want to say. I want to scream no at her until she goes deaf. I want to tell her over and over again that these guys she meets in bars are never going to be good enough for her. I want to yell about how much I love her until she finally realises how head over heels I am for her.
"Luke," she says flatly, glaring at me with dead eyes.
"What?" I respond, acting oblivious to her tone. She's going to make me give a better answer, and I really don't want to.
"You're my best friend! Give me some advice!"
I sigh frustratedly. "My advice is stop going out with guys you meet in bars. It never works out and you know it."
Her pretty face creases into a confused frown. She probably wasn't expecting me to say anything like that. She's used to light advice from me - nothing too deep.
"I- I guess you're right," she stammers, averting her eyes to her hands. From the look on her face I'd say I've made her think about something she's tried to avoid thinking about.
Good, I guess. This is something she needs to think about.
Whenever she dates someone she met in a bar it always goes badly, and I'm always the one left picking up the pieces of her broken heart.
It kills me to see her like that, and I'd do anything to stop it from happening again. Hell I've even been round to a few of her exes places and introduced them to my fists from treating her badly. It's cost me a couple of times, but I don't care. They deserve to feel like shit for breaking her heart.
"[Y/N], I just don't want to see you hurt again," I mumble quietly, taking her hand in mine. Her eyes meet mine again, but this time they're full of sadness.
"What's wrong?" I worry, instantly nervous that I've said something wrong.
"It's just-" she begins with a sniffle, "I think I know who the right guy is. I didn't meet him in a bar and he's the best person that I know-" she sniffles again, "but I don't think he wants me."
I feel like screaming. She's never told me about this guy before. If she had I would've probably found a way to scare him out of town.
I'm kidding of course. All I want is her happiness, even if that's not with me.
I drown out the sound of my thoughts and gaze at her softly. She looks broken.
"How could anyone not want you?" I ask gently, cupping her cheek in my hand. Her face reddens and heats up under my fingers, showing her embarrassment. She doesn't respond to my question, just giggles slightly. It's a lovely noise, her giggle. I could listen to it all day.
"I'm serious," I whisper, "you're amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you."
Her skin grows a deeper shade of red, but her smile widens too. She drops her beautiful eyes to the floor and allows us to sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"You really think so?" She mumbles, her voice vulnerable and timid.
"Hey," I say, taking her chin between my thumb and finger and lifting her head up so that her eyes are locked on mine again, "of course I do."
We're just looking at each other, but it feels like something has changed. There's some kind of tension hanging in the air and there's an emotion in her eyes that I can't quite decipher.
Before I know what's going on, she's kissing me. Her lips taste like strawberries and they move perfectly in sync with mine. Our mouths fit together like pieces of a jigsaw, and nothing has ever felt this right.
"It's you, Luke," she whispers onto my lips. My heart skips a beat and the air is simultaneously knocked from my lungs. I have been dying to hear those words for such a long time, and now it's real I can barely believe it's happening.
"Me?" I breathe in disbelief.
"You." She confirms with a smile.
"Good," I whisper, "that's good. Now you can stop going out with guys from bars, because you're mine, [Y/N]. I'll look after you."
Her smile grows. "I'm yours, Luke."

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