Love you for who you are Luke AU
I had always felt proud to be African American. My mother was the most incredible woman I had ever met. She taught me to stand tall and keep my head up with pride. My father was my hero. He showed me how to gracefully shut down those who were ignorant and rude. My siblings stood up for at all times and I for them.
I had met Luke through work. I was in the process of being trained for my new position as interviewer for a new magazine. It was a sophisticated collection of articles and embodied everything I stood for. It was accepting of all genders, sexualities, races, and religions and wrote about the music, discarding the personal lives of musicians.
I was sitting in on the interview with Five Seconds of Summer, diligently taking notes on how my boss, Karen, worded her questions and how serious she was being. Halfway through the interview Michael turns to me and questions, āNot to be rude and whatnot but who are you?ā
I speak with confidence explaining how I am observing the interviewing process so that soon I will be able to conduct my own interview. I made eye contact with Luke and gave him a sweet smile causing him to smile as well before we both turned our attention back Karen.
Iām not going to lie, Luke was very attractive and by the way he was answering the questions thrown at him, he was very passionate as well. I think that is the key to finding someone special. If they are passionate about what they have to do everyday, they are going to be passionate about who they associate themselves with.
The interview concludes and I turn to gather my stuff and head back to my desk when I feel someone grab my upper arm. I turn to see that smile again.
āHi. Wow, um, Iām clearly not very good at this but would you maybe want to go out for something to eat when you are finished with work?ā He rambles before stopping suddenly and blushing furiously.
āListen, Luke. You seem really sweet but I want to stay professional. Any other time maybe, but right now, Iām sorry.ā I feel bad but I never want to be known as the girl who slept her way to the top.
āItās one date. Pleaseā Luke begs. Holding his hands together as if he was praying.
āOne date Lukeā I sheepishly agree not knowing that this one date would change my life forever.
One year later and Luke and I were in love and happier than ever. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met. He knew how to comfort me when I was upset and planned some of the most romantic dates Iāve ever been on (and seen in cheesy romantic movies).
As our relationship progressed, we decided to tell the general public about our new relationship. The majority of people were very sweet but again, we were faced with the comments of the few uneducated people who had social medias account.
I tried to ignore them and listen to the words of my family instead, who were always building me up instead of tearing me down. Luke, however, could not handle the build up of hateful tweets on his timeline. Even though I urged him not to, he could not stop himself from tweeting up a storm ādefending my honorā as he so delicately described it.
āThe fact that people are sending hate to Y/N because of her race is one of the most ignorant and disrespectful things someone can do. She is beautiful and if you canāt see that, then I feel bad for youā
āPeople canāt change their race and you should just accept people for who they areā
āNo fan of mine should be sending hateful messages to someone I loveā
He practically cuddled me to death for the rest of the night, caressing my body and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. āDonāt believe anything they say. Everybody who has ever met you, loves you for who you are.ā
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