The Color Series - Red (L.H.)
Thank you guys for being so patient with me. I’ve been so so so busy lately but i’m on vacation for the next 7 days so i’m gonna try to write as much as I can in that time period! I hope you guys enjoy this first ‘part’ of this series! Let me know what color you want next! xx
Red was the color of his shirt the first time I saw him. My best friend dragged me to this small building filled with a lot of people, screaming the lyrics of a band I had only listened to on car rides with my best friend driving. I stared up at the blonde from the second row, eyeing his movements carefully as his passion for the music had shined through his actions on stage.
Red was the color nail polish he had as he shook my hand later that same night. It was ironic that my best friend wanted to party afterward and we just so happened to run into him that night. His Australian accent was thicker than I recalled it being and I could see right through the ‘rockstar’ image as he laughed at my *horrible* jokes and kindly walked me home that night.
Red was the color of my lipstick that stained his neck from feverish kisses only days after meeting him. Rushed movements and whispered conversation in the darkness of his hotel room took over as I sat on his lap, his hands in my hair as moans escaped his mouth.
Red was the color of the heart Luke placed next to his name in my phone, a wide grin taking over his face as I saved it and left it as he put it. “And yours will be the same! We can be twins!” He gushed before pressing a kiss to my lips.
Red was the color of my badge that I flashed the security guard as I made my way backstage smiling slightly as I practically skipped my way towards Luke’s dressing room. 5 months had been way to long and I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing him anymore. I pushed open the door and leaped myself into his arms letting a sob escape my mouth at the sight of him after so long.
Red was the color of my eyes after the fight. So red they stung. My throat still burned from screaming at him, the sound echoing in my mind along with the sound of the door slamming after he left. The stupid, not important fight that went too far. The one where I didn’t know if he was coming back. The one that made me question our relationship. The one that had me drinking to forget. The sounds of him screaming overwhelmed me as I took another gulp of the alcohol he left sitting in the fridge, wondering if I would ever see him again or if I would only be left with the memories of his voice.
Red was the color of the roses he brought home the next day as he engulfed me in a hug and apologies spilled out of our mouths. “I don’t want to ever fight with you again.” He muttered into my shoulder. I put the flowers in a vase and set them on my bedside table next to the picture of him I had framed. I smiled at it before looking at him and smiling wider realizing he wasn’t gone and I still had him.
Red was the color of my dress the night of our one year anniversary. The restaurant was dimly lit but I didn’t care because it lit up my boyfriend perfectly. His hand resting in mine as mindless conversation took over, the smile never leaving my face the whole night. He was it. This was it. That was the night I realized i’d do anything to be with him for the rest of my life.
Red was the color of the wine Luke knocked over exactly a year later as we danced around the kitchen mindlessly. Giggles falling from my lips as he looked at me nervously. The engagement ring I received only hours before shining in the light as I helped the clumsy boy clean up his mess. “I’d be lost without you.” He sighed pressing a kiss to my lips to stop the laughs that were falling out of my mouth.
Red was the color of the bridesmaids dresses I spent months deciding over. The day had comes and no amount of nerves could over power the butterflies in my stomach as Luke read his vows to me. He was just as cliche as he was the night I met him. The smile that danced across his lips as I read mine to him was something I knew would never be able to forget. And the kiss he gave me at the alter, filled with nothing but love, passion, and excitement for the future. I looked at him with the same amazement as I did from the second row 3 years ago when I met the love of my life.













