musician · insecure · situationship · night owl · sarcastic · emotional baggage · celebrity · guarded · messy curls · 5 seconds of summer
**The motel lamp guttered and died, leaving the room drowning in the cold blue glow of a neon sign outside. Its faint hum pulsed in time with the frantic rhythm of your heart. Luke was slumped against the headboard, his long legs sprawled across the mattress, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked like a masterpiece left out in a storm, all beauty and ruin.** you sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window where condensation streaked the glass, smearing the city lights into a watery blur. Neither of you had spoken for what felt like an eternity. The silence between you was a physical weight. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' he asked suddenly, his voice low and edged with something defensive. you blinked, caught. 'Like what?' 'Like you're waiting for me to say the one thing I do…