iMessage; l.h

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Luke's P.O.V
12|24|15

After the third ring, she finally picked up. Her silver hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head. It must have grown longer, considering in the past months she would complain to me about her she hated that she couldn't put it up like it was.

Her face looked perfect; light freckles speckled over the bridge of her nose, dimples peaked on her cheeks. Her lips were the perfect shade of cotton candy pink, and her eyes were like crystals; a mix of sea blue, silver, and green.

She smiled when she saw me, but I knew it wasn't real. I wish I could have seen her actually smile; but the only thing plastered on her face was sadness. Her blue eyes were red and swollen from crying and her cheeks were covered with fresh tears. She looked so worn out, as if she has stayed up for years. But at the same time, she looked so fucking beautiful.

I hated seeing her like this, it felt as if my heart was ripped in two. The girl I had know for what seems like years, but in reality had only been a few months, was in tears and there was nothing I could do. I felt hopeless.

I couldn't hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. I could wipe the tears from her cheeks and tell her I loved her. I couldn't make her happy the way I wanted to.

But distance wasn't the only reason for that. I could easily have gotten on a plane and flew out to New York very easily; seeing that touring hadn't started.

The real reason was that if I saw Lilah in person I would have lost it. I would have pressed my lips to hers and rested my hands on her waist. I would have held her like she was my girl and loved her. I would have called her my princess, but in reality treated her like she was a queen.

But the problem was, I couldn't do that. I couldn't lover her the way I wanted to. She lived in another country and timezone. Not to mention she didn't want a relationship. It broke me slowly inside, but I kept her wishes.
It didn't mean I was going to stop calling her pet names.

We talked for hours about nothing in particular. A main topic was about her dad when we first started the call, but was quickly abandoned. When I made her laugh, I couldn't help but smile brightly, her happiness was so contagious it was like a drug. Her smile was addicting and beautiful, it made my stomach do knots.

During times, I couldn't stop gazing at her lips. They looked so kissable and soft, I couldn't help but stare. I hated that they couldn't be mine.

As it begin to get late over there, she started to doze. I smiled and quickly woke her up, wanting to say goodbye.

"I'll talk to your tomorrow okay princess?" I asked her, biting softly at my lip ring.

Lilah tiredly giggled and nodded, "Sure Lukey."

I smile ear to ear, "I love it when you call me Lukey."

"I love it when you call me princess." She replied, tugging at the sleeve of her sweater.

"I'll remember that..." I winked at her, causing a smile to erupt from her lips.

"Okay...night Lukey." She yawned, looking into the camera.

"Night Princess." I replied, running my fingers through my hair.

"Oh and Luke?" She asked

"Yeah?"

"Merry Christmas." She smiled

"Merry Christmas Princess." I giggled as she hung up the call.

A few seconds later I sadly sighed, I already missed her. I shut off my phone and turned off the light, deciding to take a small nap. As I drifted to sleep, the sight of Lilah stuck into my brain like glue.

And just like that, I knew I was in love with a girl I could never have.