Taking Europe

Everyone decided that we should go to a club. Fuck my life. I know I should be excited but I feel the complete opposite. I am only going so that nobody think something is going on between Luke and I. If anything I can dance with Calum or something, we have been friends since grade school. He won't mind.

I grab a lacy black dress from my suitcase. It is pretty see though only parts of black lacy really cover me, it goes just past my butt and damn do I look good. I quickly straighten my hair and I put on some simple makeup with dark red lips. This will drive Like nuts and, that exactly what I want. He always like how I look in black anyways.

A few minutes later we are squished in a cab on the way to the club. Of course I have to sit next to Luke, but I make casual conversation with him hoping that no one will think anything is up. I looked out the window and I could feel his eyes burning on my back. That's what he gets for being an ass, I don't play.


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Luke’s POV

God, she is driving me crazy. Her in that dress, I always loved how she looks in black. It hugs her body perfectly, and it accentuates every curve. I try to not stare but I can't help myself. She keeps making small talk with me, obviously trying to ignore everything that happened earlier today. Just wait, she is super light weight two drinks and she will be drunk off her ass. Then she will come wobbling her way to you, flirting, dancing, and begging you to take her back to the hotel. That's my chance.


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Melanie's POV

There wasn't much of a line outside of the club, we practically walked in. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and desperation greeted us. So it pretty much smelled like drunk Luke, except he has a smirk from hell. We all walk to the bar and get drinks. I glance over at Luke and he is eyeing some blonde bimbo on the other side of the dance floor. This is why I don't date Luke. He is into you one minute and the next he is looking at another girl. Luke is so predictable, he is going to go flirt with that thing, buy her a drink and he is going to find somewhere to hook up with her, then he will, then he will leave her there, then he is going to come bk to me drunk and desperate for love and affection.

Dakota and Michael are already grinding it up on the dance floor. They look so cute together though. As predicted Luke is talking to that blonde, Rachel and Calum are sitting by the bar talking, and of course Ashton and Sierra are over in the corner bickering about something. He probably touched her leg and she flipped. I look back to where Luke was, and he was gone. We have been here 20 minutes and he already getting laid. I sit alone quietly sipping my drink continuing to think about what was going on around me. I didn't realize how long Long I was thinking until I looked down at my phone and it's been an hour. Everyone was in the same place, everyone except Luke. I started to get worried. I couldn't have taken them that long! Is he okay? I hop off my seat and I scan the room looking for him in the crowd. Then I feel two long arms snake around my waist and I let out a sigh of relief.

I turn around to a drunken Luke. “Baby I don't feel good.” he slurs leaning on me. He is so heavy but I have to get him back to the hotel, he doesn't look to good. “I know. I will take you home.” I lead him through the crowd of people and outside.

I call a cab and once we are inside Luke leans his head on my shoulder mumbling something to himself. I rub his back softly as we pull up to the hotel.

Once we get into my room he flops on the bed taking off his shirt. I just laugh, he looks like a goof. I quickly texted Rachel that I took Luke back to the hotel.

I am disrupted but Luke’s hand softly caressing my cheek and asking “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” I blush and say trying not to laugh “Luke you tell me all the time.” then I push him back on the bed. I walk into the bathroom and I start to take off my makeup. “Luke drink some water, it will help with the hangover tomorrow.” I just hear giggling then “Mel, babe, I’m not drunk! What are you talking about!” He continues to giggle. I just ignore him and I quickly change into Pjs.

I walk back into the bedroom and Luke is fast asleep on my bed. I don't want to wake him but I also don't want him sleeping in bed with gross clothes on. I take off his shoes, socks and pants leaving in just boxers. I look through my suitcase and I find a t -shirt that I stole from him and I slide it on him. I know how he feels uncomfortable sometimes with his shirt off.

Then I get into bed next to him and I look at him for a second. He just looks so peaceful when he is sleeping. I peck his lips and s I pull away his lips attach to mine again but I am not the one doing it. “I knew you loved me.” he says smirking and straddling me. He wasn't slurring. He was sober the ENTIRE TIME. His lips are on mine again but I pull away immediately. “God Luke you are such an asshole!” I yell pushing him off of me. “Come on babe” he whines trying to pull me to him. I scoot away from him facing the other way. “I took care of you, thinking you were drunk and you were fine the whole time!” I yell. Then I feel his lips on my neck but I push him away “Don't touch me you prick!” and as soon as I say that I can tell Luke is getting angry.

Next thing I know it Luke is pinning me down on the bed. There is no use in fighting him , he is a lot stronger than me. “I’m going to touch you if I want to. You are mine and nobody elses. So I will play your little games, because I know you want me as much as I want you.” he says angrily. Then he rolls off me and wraps his arms around me pulling me into his chest. But I don't fight him off, because he is actually right.

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