(Luke's point of view)
I wake up feeling disoriented and fucking alone. Her side of the bed is empty and cold. I try to console myself by saying that maybe, she is in the washroom. I get up, pull on a pair of sweatpants and go in search of her. But she is nowhere to be found.
I search the washroom and the kitchen, even open Fleur's room and my home studio, but no, not a single fucking sign of a brown eyed beauty. I search for her clothes, the sweatpants are missing but I find her sweatshirt still in the dryer. I search for notes or fucking anything she might have left for me to contact her. But no. I come back to my room empty handed. When was the last time I stuck around and some girl left 'me' alone in the bed? Yeah, never. And now I know how it fucking feels.
I don't know what is fucking wrong with me though, I've never ever wanted someone as much as I want her. She came inside that club and I fucking lost it. It happened in a spur of a moment. One second she is laughing without a care in this world and the next that very carefree laugh is etched in my memory. Her smile, her eyes, her hair, her accent, her sweats clad body, everything, I know it sounds fucking cliché but I just felt that all the air has been sucked out of my lungs when my eyes connected with hers.
I suck it up and go to my kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Although, I didn't do much of drinking last night but amount of thinking I've done since the time I woke up has given rise to a serious migraine and I have lots of work to do.
I am a professional painter. I paint anything from portraits to landscapes from sketching covers for novels to doodling, anything. I just need something to draw with and a new creation is formed. And I fucking love what I do. People pay me for mixing up some colours or sketching with my pencil. Ha!
I have a meeting with the editor of some publishing company tomorrow to show her some designs, that I should have come up with by now, for their next release, something about the life story of a girl. I have some ideas but I need to put them on a piece of paper. Can't people just fucking extract it from my mind. Well, not a very great idea, perhaps. Maybe I'll add a pair of innocent looking big brown eyes to my already there list of ideas. Hmmm….. Sounds like something worth spending my time.
I also have to go to my parent's place later in the day for our Sunday dinner and play with Fleur and her new play station that she got from me as a birthday present, because the last time I was there I promised her that I would the next time. And one thing that I cannot bear is breaking a promise I made to Fleur. God, she has me wrapped around her pretty little finger and I have no fucking problem with it.
Just when I sit at my desk with a coffee in one hand and a pencil in other, my phone buzzes. It's Brad. "To what do I owe this pleasure?", I ask him in a sarcastic tone. "Remember the girl I left with last night? Oh, you probably don't because you were fucking whipped.", a raucous laughter. Dick.
"Are you going to tell me why did you call or do you want me to fucking hang up? I have lots of work to do in a very little time", I tell him in a flat tone. "Like going to fuck that beauty again whom you left with last night? Oh wait, you can't, because she left you alone in your bed.", more laughter.
"It's too early to fucking listen to your nonsense man, and she did not leave me, I kicked her out. C'mon man, it was a one time thing, Luke Hastings doesn't do sleepovers. Moreover, how do you even know that she is not here. Maybe, she is still in my bed waiting for me to come and fuck her into oblivion. Again.", I reply flatly. "Whatever let's you sleep at night.", this guy is really getting on my nerves.
He again continued, "And I know for a fact that she is not in your room waiting for you right now because I saw her in the morning. She was entering the flat that I left." "I swear Brad if you're fucking with me right now, I'm going to kill you whenever I see you again.", I threatened him. "I am really not kidding, mate. And since I know what a pussy you are to ask for her number, I memorised her address. Exchanging numbers with her flatmate and asking her out on a date next Friday also may have been a contributor for my excellent stalker tendencies, but hey, I know where the girl lives. And maybe next Friday I can ask for her name and number and you can stop being a wuss and give her a call." I knew there was a reason why I kept this fucker around. "Not that you've done anything great, but thanks.", I tell him nonchalantly. "So, now you wanna tell me how she left you alone in your bed with your clothes adorning her body?" and that is the last thing I listen to before I hang up.
So, she left in my sweatshirt. Did she wash it to forget about me? Wore it the entire day? Threw it away? Kept it in her cupboard to have a whiff of my cologne sometimes? Fucking hell, the possibilities are endless. She definitely used some black magic on me. Who even thinks about someone this much, without even knowing their name? And why am I grinning like a fool? I need to forget about those enchanting brown eyes and concentrate on my work.
I open my e-mail from the editor and continue working on those novel covers before I go insane. After a couple hours of sketching, I start feeling hungry and see that it's almost time to leave. So I take a shower, change into a fresh pair of t-shirt and jeans, lock my apartment and leave. It is when I reach the parking lot and see my empty space that I realize that I left my bike at the club. So, instead I take a cab to the club and decide to head to my parent's house from there.
Even as I am sitting in the cab, I am reminded of her. Her sweet lips, the curve of her ass, her smell, fucking hell, she smelled like vanilla and chocolate and happiness. I've gone nuts. Now I'm talking about how she smelled. What is fucking wrong with me? Get a grip Luke before you fucking lose it.
I reach the club, take my bike and leave. On reaching the suburbs where my parents live, I see Fleur from a long distance, playing soccer with my dad. "Here comes the prodigal son.", I am greeted by a very enthusiastic Fleur, note the sarcasm. "The only girl I love, doesn't love me back and people ask me why I don't have a girlfriend! How am I suppose to trust another one when the first is cheating on me and playing games with my own father?", I tease Fleur and she turns red. Oh! How I missed fucking with her.
"I missed you.", she says while hugging me tightly. "I missed my favourite sister too.", I reply and hug her back. "Hey, I am your only sister.", she retorts, "So? Do you think you'd be my favourite if I had another?", I smirk back and get a good smack at my head from my father. "See, dad loves me more.", she sticks her tongue out and runs away inside. I greet my father after giving him a hug and head inside with him.
"Hey, mom. The food smells amazing. Did dad make it?", I hug my mother and get another smack for teasing my mom on her terrible cooking skills. Once I vomited three times after eating one of her chicken dishes and that was the last straw before she stopped cooking. Whew!
In the living room, we hear my dad switching on the tele, and then as if on instinct, Fleur and I make a dash for the living room to see who reaches first and gets the remote and so, the rest of my evening is spent like this, joking around with my family with my cupcake in my thoughts.