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i’m not keen on this..

Not so bad boy (Luke)

I didn’t expect it to be this long but i got carried away.

no smut, sorry.

i don’t know how to describe this.. 

He was always there, standing at the same corner day after day. He always wore black, ripped, skinny jeans and a leather jacket; those seemed to be his signature look. His hair was once a bright blonde but ,over his teen years, it slowly darkened to a deep, dirty blonde. The teen hadn’t shaved in a few days, so small dark blonde hairs littered his jaw,chin and parts of his neck. His face was always covered in cuts and bruises, fresh , most likely done that day. He always held his electric vape in his hand, occasionally sucking in the condensed liquid.

I saw him everyday, I never realized I did until he and his friends weren’t there one day. A small frown etched it’s way onto my lips, I always found it hot when he rose the vape to his pierced lip. Well that’s my entertainment for the day gone.. I thought, dryly. Maybe he went home, it is nearly one o'clock in the morning.. A voice in the back of my mind reminded me. 

My body was drenched head to toe, the weather obviously not on my side. I let out a breath of relief when I realized that I was nearly home, that was until I got stopped.

A gruff man in a florescent jacket held his hand up to stop me from walking any further. “Excused me miss, this road is closed.“

A long groan left my lips as I turned on my heel. I hated this part of town, it’s always so creepy. It’s known as the ‘Gang’ part of town, where all the stabbings, dealings, shootings ect happen. 

I began my detour, in the pouring rain, constantly looking around me. I feared this part of town, i’ll admit that, but in that moment what I feared more was the limping figure emerging from the shadows. The person was a male, his jacket clad right arm held onto his left shoulder and his right should was pressed against the wall for support. 

I didn’t know whether to help or run, he was clearly injured and struggling. He moved into the light of the street lamp. My hand flew to my mouth on a worried gasp as I saw who it was,The boy from the corner, rushing over to his side immediately. 

My bag slipped from my fingers as I took his bloodied arm and slipped it around my shoulder, “Here, let me help” I murmured, feeling his eyes now on me. 

He said nothing as I quickly picked up my bag, he was silent apart from the grunts and groans of pain leaving his swollen and battered lips. 

As we neared my apartment, he stopped and slumped against the wall, defeated, “i’m sorry, my house is just down this road. Do you need an ambulance? Can you walk that far?” My mind was in overdrive as I took in just how bloody he was.

He winced as he held up a hand to silence me. “ No, I can make it” he mumbled.

At that we began to walk again, my arm around his back, supporting him. I helped lower him into the porch swing as I dug around my purse for my keys, being started when he suddenly spoke up. “I’m L-Luke” He breathed unevenly,his head was tilted back and his eyes were screwed shut. 

After unlocking your door and flicking the lights on you turned to him, ready to help him again. “Well, Luke, we need to get you cleaned up” 

Luke looked so weak and vulnerable, he didn’t look like the same cocky lad that I see on the corner everyday. 

After setting Luke on the couch, I proceeded to help him remove his spoiled leather jacket. A loud gasp left my lips as I saw what was embedded into his shoulder. 

“Luke, this needs hospital treatment! I need to get yo-”

“No, no hospital, go and get a first aid kit or if you have a medical cupboard, anything you can find. “ He cut me off desperately.  

“But i dont know how to do thi-”

“I’ll talk you through it” His eyes looked pleading, so I got up and rushed to my medical cupboard.

My god mother was a surgeon, so I have everything from scalpels to stitches.I grabbed everything I had before rushing back to Luke. 

“Now, get a bowl of warm water” his struggled words hung in the air as he then realized that i never told him my name.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N” I said as I walked to the kitchen to grab a plastic bowl. 

I filled the bowl with warm water and walked back, kneeling down infront of the boy on my couch. 

“ G-grab the tweezers and carefully pull the metal out” He softly instructed. 

He must of seen the uneasy look on my face because he picked up the tweezers and placed them in my hands, my skin lighting up like a bonfire as our skin touched. 

I hesitantly lifted the cold metal to his skin, I began to gently pull the metal shards from his wound, flinching when he hissed in pain. 

“Good, you did good. Now dab the cotton tubes into the warm water and try and clean the blood.” He whispered, his eyes closed. “this may help,” he grunted as he carefully, struggling along the way, pulled off his shirt. 

His smooth,pale stomach was covered in harsh, purple bruises. After wetting the cotton tube, I gently dabbed his wound. Every time a wince or a groan left his perfect lips I stopped. Luke guided me through using the medical glue and stitches before I went to retrieve a cold pack for his stomach.

“Luke, what happened? Everyday, when I see you on that corner, you have bruises and cuts all over you..” I trail off as my eyes drift up to his.

“I.. It’s better if you don’t know…” He whispered as I lightly dabbed at his pierced lip with a cotton tube, cleaning the blood off.

I sighed and continued the same process on his eyebrow this time, having to use the glue and stitches to heal the deep gash. 

“ Did you want a shower? I’m sure I have some of my brothers clothes that would fit you and I could wash yours and sew up the rips?” My voice came out small, almost shy.

Luke’s hand brushed a few stray hairs away from my reddened cheeks as he murmured, “Thank you, Y/N. That’d be great.” The corner of his lips turned up slightly.

I helped him to the bathroom, as he was limping, before walking to my room to rummage though my chest of draws. I found my brothers old skinny jeans and sweaters so I grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a grey sweater. Walking back to the bathroom, I knocked before placing the clothes and a towel outside the door. 

I never expected today be so stress full. Looking down, I noticed that my clothes were still soaked from the rain, small droplets falling from my hairline down to my chin. After picking up Luke’s shirt and jacket from the living room I passed the bathroom, stopping when I see the clean clothes replaced with the rest of his dirty clothes. 

After emptying Luke’s pockets and placing the objects on top of the shelf, I stripped down to nothing and threw my clothes into the machine as well. I slipped on some underwear from the clean pile and began looking for some warm clothes to wear. 

Just as I opened the laundry room door to exit, having gotten dressed, I saw Luke emerge from the bathroom. He looked so cuddly in the massive sweater, my brothers jeans were a bit too big on him but the blue suited him. Luke turned around to meet my eyes before they drifted to what I was wearing; comfy thigh high socks, grey pj shorts and a huge Fall Out Boy sweater. 

He smiled, almost fondly, and pointed to my sweater. “ I like your sweater”

Luke and I ate and chatted but the chatter soon fell into silence when I brought in the sewing kit and his freshly dried clothes. He sat on my couch, his vape between his pink lips as he watched me curiously. 

He blew out his smoke, his head facing away from me, and inched closer. 

“So how do you do it?” He asked quietly.

“Do what, this?” you asked as you mended the material of his shirt.”It’s easy” I smiled as I handed him his clothes, all mended and clean.

After that night, I still saw Luke everyday. He always turned up at my doorstep to fix his wounds, but this particular night he wasn’t hurt physically, so i was confused when he turned up on my doorstep one night. 

“Luke what are you doing he-” I was cut off by his arms wrapping around me, his head nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

In the two weeks that i’ve known him now, I know that he isn’t one for being cuddly. 

“Just, please tell me everything will be okay” He whispered brokenly, the crack in his voice causing my heart to break. 

“Oh Luke..” I mumbled sadly as I stroked his hair. 

He was wearing the clothes I gave him, the ones that made him look so tiny. I lead him into the living room and sat on the sofa. No words were spoken as Luke lied his head into my lap and hugged my thighs. 

“I don’t know what to do, Y/N. I’m feeling things i’ve never felt before and I don’t know how to handle it” He mumbled. 

“ what do you mean?” I asked softly as my fingers dew pattens on his back.

“ I think i’m in love” He murmured, his eyes half closed.

“With you” he whispered faintly before letting sleep take over him.