Life is Strange [TAG: Lucas]

It was hard to say what you wanted especially when everyone in your life, in the Quidditch sense, was always teaching you to be tough. Wanting something romantic or emotional was a weakness and need not be explored. Amelia was really not skilled in voicing what she wanted when it came to those matters of the heart... If that's even what it was. As blunt and loud as the American was when she wanted someone to move or needed her team to do something on the pitch she was all the more quiet when it came to this moment with Lucas right now even when he was doing his best to listen and wanted to give her what she wanted.

If she wanted him to stay he would? At his promise of doing anything for her she subconsciously held her breath her head lifting to look at him. Had he really just said that? It sounded like he had meant it. His voice had been weighted and sincere. Then again she never knew him to sound anything but. "I want you to stay." The Keeper confirmed quietly, the confession nearly getting caught in her throat, as her eyes threatened to well up with tears but she managed to keep them back. She felt so stupid and weak requesting such a thing. It made her feel like a failure for wanting something like him to spend the night so badly.

"Can I..." Lay down with you? The request escaped her once again judging herself before waiting for him to give the go ahead before she crawled back onto the bed. Laying on her side she tucked her hand under her head resting it on the pillow careful to keep an inch or so distance between them despite the fact that they had been making out just an hour earlier. Chocolate brown eyes studied his rugged face, his gentle eyes, and for a moment it felt like she was in a dream even though she knew that she was awake (for the time being). "I'm not bugging you am I?" She asked actually worried that she had messed something up just by lying there next to him. "I can move..."

Having what he wanted or a choice wasn't something Lucas was used to having. Even having been half way around the world he almost reflexively kept looking over his shoulder to make sure his father wasn't standing there ready to go off on him. So he did have trouble voicing his wants, which was compounded by his naturally quiet nature. He didn't know it, but he was he quiet nature was something he got from his mother. He could sit here all day and give Amelia everything she wanted, but when it came to voicing his own wants he struggled to even know what he wanted. But he knew he wanted to be with her.

He didn't quite know why he was saying those things. If he was cold sober, he didn't know if he would regardless of how much he wanted to say them. He meant every word. He just hoped he could show her he meant it. "Then I'll stay" he replied with a nod, looking at her. Sure it hadn't gone the way it had initially looked when they had left the bar, but this was still nice. It was nice to be with her. It was almost a comfort to have her in the same room and just be together with no one else. Even that night down by the lake standing on the docks had been peaceful and calming without the kiss at the end.

He wasn't quite sure what she was asking of him. But he just nodded. Of course it was about her coming back to lie down, which she shouldn't have had to ask in the first place. It was her bed after all. He laid back on his back and turned his head to look at her, observing her for a few moments. When she asked if she was bugging him he shook his head and turned onto his side, facing her "not a single bit." He said with a warm smile. How could she bug him? "you don't have to move. You are perfectly fine where you are."

"Not a single bit."

She returned his warm smile with a little one of her own. It was nice just to lay there with him. Her on her side and him on his back. Though new, a wonderful sort of new, it also felt... Normal? More than it ever had with Oliver and the two of them weren't even touching. "So are you." She told him meaning every word, perhaps deeper in meaning than one might take it at face value. Then, unable to help herself, she leaned forward and pressed the softest of kisses against his lips. Her eyes closed and she sighed into it. It felt like breathing again. It felt like calm... And if you had asked her before what calm felt like she wouldn't have been able to tell you. But now she knew. It was this. Just this. Here with Lucas.

All good things had to come to an end though and so did the kiss. Hesitantly she forced her head to move back and Lucas would be able to see her closed eyes and the slight furrowing of her brow as she battled with her inner demons about not wanting to end it and other things that she wanted to do. Resisting them to a certain extent she decided to entertain them in another and rested her head on the pillow but, most notably, took one of his hands with her own intertwining their fingers and giving his rough hand a light squeeze. 

"Tell me things..." She poised the open ended question to him, her eyes closed as she shifted trying to get comfortable. "Anything..." She continued with a yawn.

Lucas didn't know how to describe how it felt to be lying here with her. It wasn't a feeling he had ever experienced before. All he knew is he liked it. It was even better than he could have imagined. And he had imagined it several times over the last few years. Especially since that kiss on the dock. "Well I'm glad." he said so quietly it was almost a whisper. Then she leaned forward and they were kissing again, with eyes closed enjoying the moment. He was, dare say, content. It wasn't something that he had really ever experienced, and yet he found himself fully enjoying every second of it. It was a sense of stillness in his hectic world.

When she pulled back, his eyes opened to see hers still closed as well. He assumed that meant she enjoyed it, but the furrowed brow was confusing him. And while the kiss left him wanting more, if they didn't kiss for the rest of the night he'd be fine. He watched as she laid her head back down on the pillow, and was caught a little off guard when he felt her fingers taking his and intertwining with his. He had been so focused on watching her expression, he hadn't seen her hand move. But when she squeezed his hand, he lightly squeezed it back. Her hand feeling so natural in his.

She asked him to tell her things. Her eyes were still closed, and she yawned. It was certainly winding down. He was feeling quite tired as well. "You know I haven't stopped thinking of you since that kiss on that dock. Even thousands of miles from here, I'd find myself wondering what you were doing. I would be watching a sunset and wishing you were there too watch it to. I even tried learning to surf, and thought of how if you'd be there you'd be kicking my butt." he said with a smile. He really had missed her. And he had done all of these activities and just always wished she had been there. "But I would also think of how I didn't deserve someone as special as you." The last part was said quietly. He had rarely gotten what he wanted in life. Even the one thing he had thought he had gotten, quidditch, had been pulled out from him as a ploy by his father to further control his life.

"I was here the whole time. Just here." Her eyes closed and her head rested comfortably against the feather soft pillow Lucas' voice seemed to get further and further away even though she knew he was right beside her. She knew because his hand was in hers, squeezing hers gently. It was nice of him to return the gesture instead of telling her no. Maybe he meant it or maybe he was doing it because it was late/early and he didn't want to make a scene. Either way she was appreciative because she was so sleepy all of a sudden. She didn't mean to be rude it just started to hit her, washing over her, but still she tried to talk smiling even with her eyes closed as she snuggled into the pillow.

"I've missed you." She yawned. "I was sad when you didn't keep in touch with me... I thought maybe you hated me." She sighed getting truly comfortable as she began to doze off. "I like you a lot..." Came her very quiet admission as she fell asleep, brown hair falling around her face but she was out and didn't mind in the slightest. Her grasp on Lucas' hand relaxed but did not release him and it was clear she was fast asleep.

The next morning she found herself waking up before Lucas. Her eyes fluttering open they adjusted to the mild sunlight and then to the sleeping man across from her snoring softly. Lucas. It hadn't been a dream. Smiling she just watched him sleep for a bit even going so far as to reach out and gently stroke his cheek and dark curls. Luckily she didn't wake him which was good because she then had an idea. Fighting with herself she finally forced herself to slide out of bed and snuck into the kitchen. She didn't have many groceries (had been far too busy with pre season) but maybe some berries and cereal would do. Maybe he would think it was cute or something.

Going about preparing she fetched her practice Quaffle that the coach had secured for her and enchanted it whizzed about the room and occasionally into her arms at different speeds while she went about fixing breakfast. Flipping on her wizarding radio contraption she tuned in just in time for the sports news.

"-States of America is expected to once again go all the way this year. Don't think we can argue that. That's right Carlos.In other news Puddlemere United announced that they had acquired a new player in the form of one Lucas Hartwell who recently made his mark in--" 

She could no longer hear. She couldn't move. Hartwell.. In Puddlemere? But that was here! That was Wood's team! She was stunned and then turned around marching right into her bedroom and threw the enchanted Quaffle right at Lucas. It crashed into the nightstand knocking everything over. It may have been in the heat of the moment and she may have been furious... But she had missed on purpose. It was more so to make a scene than anything. "You've been traded to Puddlemere?!" Her raised voice accused, her face red. "And what? You didn't think I would find out?" She glared at him in utter disbelief. "What the f*** is wrong with you?!"

"I've missed you too." he said. Even though the alcohol was wearing off, it was still in his system enough to let his honest feelings out. "I wanted to keep in touch. It was one of the hardest parts of the move. Not being able to keep in touch with the people I wanted to." Owls were not the best for getting letters back to England from where he had been. But at 18, he had needed to get away from his father and grow up. If only it had been in a place more conducive to keeping in touch.

He smiled at her admission. Even if it didn't necessarily mean what he hoped. It was nice to hear her say. "I like you a lot too." he said quietly as she fell asleep. He laid there watching her sleep for a while. Using the sound of her quiet breaths as a calming mechanism. He gently stroked her hand with his thumb, light enough to not wake her, but enough to feel a comfort by the touch. Eventually he drifted off to sleep where he lay. Comforted by her closeness he fell into a decently deep sleep. He didn't budge an inch.

Until he was started awake by a loud crash. So startled he hit his head on the headboard above her bed. His hand instinctively went to his head to rub where he had slammed into the headboard while he continued to wake up. Of course the tone of her voice got him to perk up quite quickly too. Enough to hear what she was saying. Shit. The news apparently had gotten out. It must have been leaked. He knew his father had wanted to make a big deal about it later that day. It was the press conference he had to attend later. Unless his father had leaked it to get more interest in the press conference. Especially as they had just had one the week before announcing the retirement of one of their chasers due to injury. The trade hadn't even been for a person either. Just money. He had been bought by his father. Like a worthless piece of furniture. Except the furniture would probably be treated better.

"Yes I was traded. Well bought more like." He said pushing to sit to look at her. He hated the trade. He knew it would lead to everyone saying he had his spot just because of his father. Which he supposed was true in a way. But why did she care? "I knew you'd find out. It wasn't like it was going to be a secret. Everyone and their mothers would find out." he said a little annoyed. Why did she think that? He hadn't hidden the news from her once it was out. He just hadn't wanted to talk about it the night before. He had gone to drink to forget that he had been traded. He supposed he hadn't had enough. Of course it was also clear that his night with Amelia wasn't a dream, but that wasn't important at that moment. "Nothing is wrong with me. I got traded to a team without any say in it, and to the one team I wanted nothing to do with. What am I supposed to do?" Why would he ruin a good night by telling her something he desperately wanted to forget?

"I don't give a hipogriff's ass if you were bought or traded or whatever!" Amelia shouted at him from across the bedroom still sticking close to the door. The enchanted Quaffle shot back toward her which she easily caught with one hand then chucked back at him this time denting the wall above his head from where he sat in the bed. HER bed and now, in light of certain news, she decided that she wanted to be territorial. Hell hath no fury like an Amelia Evans wronged.

"Don't you think a good time to tell me would have been at the bar before I even brought you here?" She gaped in shock before her words settled in and she looked down shaking her head at her own stupidity. "F*** I brought you here. How could I be so stupid?!" What she previously was fine with not moments earlier had drastically changed to what she had deemed to be the biggest mistake of her young adult life. "So what? You had daddy buy you a spot on a team and thought you would celebrate by bagging one of the locals?" Though she was American she had now resided in London just as long. She never had the heart to leave after attending Hogwarts and the battle that had occurred there. She had wanted to be near her friends, precious few that she managed to stay in contact with, who ere now family.

She didn't listen to anything he had to say and still, without even looking at him, horribly humiliated she managed to point to the open door. "Get out." She ordered, lowly at first. Apparently he didn't hear or obey her quickly enough for her liking because the words came again this time even more loudly. "Get out, Hart!"

"Either way I had no say in the matter." he said. He watched the Quaffle whiz by him into her hand and then watched it come towards him. He just moved to protect his head. He probably could have caught it, but what good would that do? Right now he was trying to figure out how things had gone from so nice and comforting to feeling like he could have his head taken off by a Quaffle. He was thoroughly confused as to how this was an issue. It wasn't as though he had made up something to be with her. He just didn't say something he wasn't supposed to say.

"Why would I have told you that? I was there to escape the fact I was traded to that team in the first place." Plus he wasn't exactly fond of picking up girls in bars with what he did for a living, even if the girl he was picking up knew that. "Glad to see I'm such a mistake." This was not at all the way he wanted this night to end. But it would play into how his life didn't work out the way he ever hoped it would. "Why on earth would I want that ass buying me anything? I want nothing to do with him." He said. The scars on his back that had stopped the activities of the night before were even more visible in the daylight. Had she forgotten what he had told her? Or did she not care. Had she decided to go down that route just to get out of sleeping with him for some reason?

She told him to get out, and while he didn't want to leave her, he had said he'd do anything for her. He got up of the bed and went and grabbed his shirt floor of the bedroom. "I'm going. Don't worry." He said slipping the shirt back on, hiding the scars. His soul just felt crushed. Here was the girl he cared for deeply, regardless of how much he realized it, mad at him for something he wanted absolutely nothing to do with. He went into the main room heading towards the door, collecting the rest of his clothes as he went. "In case you care, I enjoyed last night." he said. That was the truth. "And I'm sorry." And then his shoes were slipped back on. He looked over to Amelia at the door and sighed. "Bye Evans." There was a hugely disheartened look in his eyes. Now he really was in a horrible place. He went out the door and whisked himself off to deal with the worst job change he could imagine.

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