Cigarettes

Chapter 20

"Don't worry, mum." I smiled. She didn't know why I actually hated Harry so she didn't have the reason to turn him down, therefore I can't be angry at her for not knowing. "Luke, you okay?" I asked smiling as I walked up to him.

He was quiet this whole time and I wondered what he thought about what's just happened with Harry.

"Yeah, your cousin just gets a bit too excited every time she sees me." Luke finally laughed.

I bowed down to Luke's level and looked at his face, him peeking up from the floor at me. I couldn't hold in my smile, remembering the event that's just happened and how he brought the whole room's attention to himself laying on the floor with Chloe in his hands.

"So much about not being the centre of attention." Luke sighed which made me laugh and boop his nose.

"Um, I'm going to go- Anna needs me for- something." My mum stuttered. "Hold the ice on his head here, Layla."

"Okay." I said confusedly as she left the kitchen.

"Don't boop my nose in front of other people." Luke frowned.

"Sorry." I mumbled but still smiled at his childish behavior.

"I can feel you smiling." Luke warned me and I immediately turned my head away from him.

"You're still smiling, aren't you." Luke asked rhetorically and I couldn't help but start laughing.

"I'll show you what's funny." Luke then said, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto his chest.

For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he started tickling me.

"Luke!!" I yelled loudly and tried to get out if his grip. "Stop it!! Stop!" I screamed, squirming around.

Luke was unable to say anything due to his laughter choking him. It was definitely more funny to him than it was for me, but I still couldn't help but smile for a second as well. I finally managed to free myself from him and take three steps back where he couldn't reach me.

I leaned my butt on the kitchen counter and pointed my pointer finger at him. "Stay there." I warned and he sat in his spot, in the exact position he was at when he was tickling me, only his arms fell to his thighs in a disappointed manner.

"I hate being tickled." I finally managed to make a serious face so he doesn't think I'm joking. "I hate it, I don't like anyone touching me like that."

He examined me for a while, probably waiting for a sign of me not being serious, but when I kept staring at him his smile started fading and his eyes got darker.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Luke's face fell as he stood up from the kitchen stool and walked towards me. "You shouldn't be scared of me."

Is he serious? It's weird that I actually am not scared of him. I should be running for my life after what I've seen and found out about him.

I scoffed. "I'm not." I looked at my feet and Luke insecurely touched my upper arm with his pointer finger, making small up and down strokes.

We stood like that for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say.

"So that jackass of your ex boyfriend isn't coming, right?" Luke then asked, a smirk playing on his lips and I realized he was trying to lighten up the mood on his own, twisted way.

"Even if he came, I probably wouldn't let him in." I grinned and pulled off the cutest face I possibly could.

Luke chuckled and scratched his head.