Fangirl
I'm Sorta Mukeisreal96
.We've been at the pool all day, and by the time we're getting ready to head back to our rooms, Michael and Max agreed to a sleepover with Ashton, which moves Luke into Calum's room.
"You coming?" Ashton asks the suddenly clothed Luke.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna go out." Luke answers, drying his wet blonde hair with a white hotel towel, practically scanning my body up and down. I guess subconsciously I noticed and made my posture a little better, because Luke just smirks a little.
"Alright mate, try to get some people tonight, we have a show tomorrow." Michael reminds him, but Luke glares at him. "Ooookay." He laughs, and him and Max go racing to Ashton's room. I glance back at Luke as Calum and Ashton follow them. Where good he be going? It's so late already, where does he even have to go? I start feeling weird when I remember they have groupies, but I ignore that thought because Luke seems to sweet to actually get with a groupie. That and it seems like Calum's got all of them wrapped around his finger already.
I flop onto my bed, debating whether I should take the time to peel off my wet bathing suit. Nah, too much work. I close my eyes and drift into sleep.
Luke pushes me against a wall, and my breath gets caught in my throat when his hand lands flat on the wall, right next to my head, and his body is a foot away from mine, if not less. He isn't that mad right? I mean we were fighting and I said 'fuck you' and then this happened and just- He isn't actually really mad? "Whatever you want princess." He murmurs quietly, scanning my body. oH. I bite my lip. He smirks at my action, and because of my complete awkwardness, I'm not sure of what to do. We've made out a lot and all that, but we haven't actually had sex yet, although we've gotten very close to it in the past. "Well?" He raises his eyebrows, the smirk still sitting happily on his face.
"W-Well what?" I ask, a little distracted by what he just implied.
Luke chuckles, lowering his head for a second, and then looking at me again, his arm still next to my head, "Do you wanna have sex Riley?" I'm speechless by his words, and it feels like years until I answer him.
KNOCK KNOCK
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?! I'm filled with rage as I wake up, and sit up in my now dry bikini. I DIDN'T ANSWER HIM YET. I stomp over to the door, look in the peephole, and frown. I swing the door open, being hit by the cold air on my bare skin.
"Luke, what are you doing here? It's like two in the morning."
"Hia Riley!" Luke giggles, waving. Oh god. Wait. He couldn't be.. drunk. Right? I mean, he's Luke. Wait what do I do now?! He's drunk?! I could just ask Calum to take care of him. No no, Calum's sleeping and can't know Luke got drunk as fuck while they're supposed to play a show tomorrow.
"Hi.. Um, you should come in before someone sees you." I say quickly.
"What? Who's looking for me!?" He raises his eyebrows, looking around outside. "Stay away you bastards!" He yells off the balcony, making finger guns. I roll my eyes, smiling.
"Because you're supposed to play a show tomorrow, I meant." I laugh.
"Ohhh right." He giggles, and trots in happily. I shut the door, and turn around to find him closer than usual. "You look sexy." He grins, and my face gets warm and bright pink because I forgot I'm hardly wearing any clothing.
"I- Uh-"
"It was a compliment Riley." He smiles, "Friends make compliments."
"Right, right." I nod. "Why'd you get drunk?"
"Because I can't have you." He shrugs, walking away from me.
I raise my eyebrows. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Ya know." He winks at me.
"No, I don't." I laugh.
"Yeah you do, you know it and hate it as much as me." I raise an eyebrow, clearly still confused as to what he's implying, but I have a pretty good guess. "Being friends?" He answers. "It's bad and terrible and the one thing wrong in the world!" He giggles.
"The ONE thing wrong?" I laugh.
"Yesh." He grins like a child, and plops onto my bed. "Look Riley, I think you're the one." He says.
"Y-You just say it so simply." I stutter by what he's just said. Is he serious? The one? What's so special about me?
"Probably cause I'm very wasted." He laughs, "But hey, what's the point in waiting for years to tell you in my shitty shy way, when I can just tell you now in a drunk, happy way?" He chuckles.
"Um, no I think you should wait." I say quickly. "Sober Luke has better judgement."
"I have to tell you now," He huffs. "I won't be able to tell you if I'm sober. I have to tell you."
"U-Um.. Oka-ay." I stutter, very unsure about this situation. He might not even remember this on the bright side? Yeah but I'll always remember it.
"I think you're the only one for me, in all honesty." He says, more passion in his voice than I've ever heard. I bite my lip. "You're absolutely perfect. And beautiful, and smart, and funny, and you actually understand me, and I understand you, and we match together perfectly and I just- I want you." My breath stops. "More than just because you're sexy, I mean yeah I want you like that, of course I do, but I always want you for your mind and thoughts and smile and personality and just everything about you is perfect, and I know all of this probably sounds dumb because I'm just Luke Hemmings, some silly kid with a guitar, and you're perfection, and I know you might not talk to me after this but I have to tell you now, or I never will." I nod slightly, but he stops talking and just stares at me, clearly hesitating on this.
Luke's POV---
I cannot believe I just said all of that to her, however drunk I am, we agreed we'd just be friends! I can't tell her I love her! It's too soon! It's been hardly a year and yeah we might be like best friends but she has a life and friends and a family... I can't dump fame on her. She has things she wants to do with her life, and she won't ever be able to go back to any of that if I tell her this.
"I- I um." I panic, and take out my phone, holding it up to her. Her eyes widen.
"Y-Y-Y-You read my FANFICTION?"
I nod slowly. "I'm kinda um.. Muke-"
"Do not say isreal96." She says seriously. I don't say anything. "Luke!" She yells.
"I'm sorry!" I yell, feeling guilt make a pit in my stomach. "Riley I'm so sorry-"
"Jesus!" She yells, walking away from me.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I don't know!" She locks herself in the bathroom, and I fully realize what I just did.
Riley's POV---
This whole time. This whole fucking time it was Luke who I was talking to. He could've told me, or not LIE about it at the very least!
"Riley." I hear Luke mumble sadly on the other side of the door. He's clearly not as drunk as before, he can go to his room, he'll be fine. I don't answer him. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you." I hear him whisper.
"I needed you back then." I say quietly. "More than I needed my own life, Luke."
"I know.." He whispers.
"Of course you do." I laugh in shock, "But considering I've apparently been talking to you for like two years, you probably know everything huh?"
"I'm-"
"I told him everything. Because I wouldn't have to meet him and he'd have no one to tell because he didn't know me, and it was going to stay like that. I've never told anyone all of that stuff! I didn't want you to know that stuff about my dad, or that stuff about- about what I write! Do you know how embarrassing that is? The last thing I'd want is someone like you to read that! Oh my god you know I've written smut about you." I throw my head in my hands.
"It's really good if it helps." He mumbles, which even though I try not to, makes me blush.
"It doesn't." I huff. "Jesus you know how I think about you now." I shut my eyes, and try to pretend this isn't happening.
"Yeah but I think about you the same way." He says quietly.
"Trust me, you don't." I laugh.
"Yeah, I do."
"No, you don't." I pause. "You've read the texts I sent Mukeisreal96, Luke. You don't think of me like that, there's no way. I talk about you constantly, about you being my entire world and the reason I'm alive and being perfect and being adorable and talented and hilarious, and me wanting to fuck you, for God's sake. You don't think of me like that."
There's silence on the other side for a few seconds. "Yeah I do." He whispers. I blush and hands my face in my arms.
"You still did a bad thing Luke."
"I know, I shouldn't have lied, I only did because I was afraid you wouldn't like me."
"How wouldn't I like you?" I laugh.
"No, you know, I knew you liked Luke Hemmings, but I didn't know if you'd like Luke Hemmings."
"I like every side of you, Luke." I say, crossing my arms.
"I didn't think you would.." I don't say anything. "I'm so sorry I lied.. I've never met a fan like I've met you, and I didn't want you to freak out over me or anything."
"That's understandable." I whisper. "So.. You know I'm R.S then.. What about the rest of 5sos?"
"They know too. They read too."
I shut my eyes. "I don't want to be famous."
"I know, I respect that."
"Then you can't tell anyone else."
"I promise on my life I won't tell anyone." Luke says.
"Um so. You've heard me rant about how hot your accent is for two hours.." I laugh.
"Yea, that was adorable, I think your accent is hot." He giggles. I smile.
"You coming?" Ashton asks the suddenly clothed Luke.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna go out." Luke answers, drying his wet blonde hair with a white hotel towel, practically scanning my body up and down. I guess subconsciously I noticed and made my posture a little better, because Luke just smirks a little.
"Alright mate, try to get some people tonight, we have a show tomorrow." Michael reminds him, but Luke glares at him. "Ooookay." He laughs, and him and Max go racing to Ashton's room. I glance back at Luke as Calum and Ashton follow them. Where good he be going? It's so late already, where does he even have to go? I start feeling weird when I remember they have groupies, but I ignore that thought because Luke seems to sweet to actually get with a groupie. That and it seems like Calum's got all of them wrapped around his finger already.
I flop onto my bed, debating whether I should take the time to peel off my wet bathing suit. Nah, too much work. I close my eyes and drift into sleep.
Luke pushes me against a wall, and my breath gets caught in my throat when his hand lands flat on the wall, right next to my head, and his body is a foot away from mine, if not less. He isn't that mad right? I mean we were fighting and I said 'fuck you' and then this happened and just- He isn't actually really mad? "Whatever you want princess." He murmurs quietly, scanning my body. oH. I bite my lip. He smirks at my action, and because of my complete awkwardness, I'm not sure of what to do. We've made out a lot and all that, but we haven't actually had sex yet, although we've gotten very close to it in the past. "Well?" He raises his eyebrows, the smirk still sitting happily on his face.
"W-Well what?" I ask, a little distracted by what he just implied.
Luke chuckles, lowering his head for a second, and then looking at me again, his arm still next to my head, "Do you wanna have sex Riley?" I'm speechless by his words, and it feels like years until I answer him.
KNOCK KNOCK
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?! I'm filled with rage as I wake up, and sit up in my now dry bikini. I DIDN'T ANSWER HIM YET. I stomp over to the door, look in the peephole, and frown. I swing the door open, being hit by the cold air on my bare skin.
"Luke, what are you doing here? It's like two in the morning."
"Hia Riley!" Luke giggles, waving. Oh god. Wait. He couldn't be.. drunk. Right? I mean, he's Luke. Wait what do I do now?! He's drunk?! I could just ask Calum to take care of him. No no, Calum's sleeping and can't know Luke got drunk as fuck while they're supposed to play a show tomorrow.
"Hi.. Um, you should come in before someone sees you." I say quickly.
"What? Who's looking for me!?" He raises his eyebrows, looking around outside. "Stay away you bastards!" He yells off the balcony, making finger guns. I roll my eyes, smiling.
"Because you're supposed to play a show tomorrow, I meant." I laugh.
"Ohhh right." He giggles, and trots in happily. I shut the door, and turn around to find him closer than usual. "You look sexy." He grins, and my face gets warm and bright pink because I forgot I'm hardly wearing any clothing.
"I- Uh-"
"It was a compliment Riley." He smiles, "Friends make compliments."
"Right, right." I nod. "Why'd you get drunk?"
"Because I can't have you." He shrugs, walking away from me.
I raise my eyebrows. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Ya know." He winks at me.
"No, I don't." I laugh.
"Yeah you do, you know it and hate it as much as me." I raise an eyebrow, clearly still confused as to what he's implying, but I have a pretty good guess. "Being friends?" He answers. "It's bad and terrible and the one thing wrong in the world!" He giggles.
"The ONE thing wrong?" I laugh.
"Yesh." He grins like a child, and plops onto my bed. "Look Riley, I think you're the one." He says.
"Y-You just say it so simply." I stutter by what he's just said. Is he serious? The one? What's so special about me?
"Probably cause I'm very wasted." He laughs, "But hey, what's the point in waiting for years to tell you in my shitty shy way, when I can just tell you now in a drunk, happy way?" He chuckles.
"Um, no I think you should wait." I say quickly. "Sober Luke has better judgement."
"I have to tell you now," He huffs. "I won't be able to tell you if I'm sober. I have to tell you."
"U-Um.. Oka-ay." I stutter, very unsure about this situation. He might not even remember this on the bright side? Yeah but I'll always remember it.
"I think you're the only one for me, in all honesty." He says, more passion in his voice than I've ever heard. I bite my lip. "You're absolutely perfect. And beautiful, and smart, and funny, and you actually understand me, and I understand you, and we match together perfectly and I just- I want you." My breath stops. "More than just because you're sexy, I mean yeah I want you like that, of course I do, but I always want you for your mind and thoughts and smile and personality and just everything about you is perfect, and I know all of this probably sounds dumb because I'm just Luke Hemmings, some silly kid with a guitar, and you're perfection, and I know you might not talk to me after this but I have to tell you now, or I never will." I nod slightly, but he stops talking and just stares at me, clearly hesitating on this.
Luke's POV---
I cannot believe I just said all of that to her, however drunk I am, we agreed we'd just be friends! I can't tell her I love her! It's too soon! It's been hardly a year and yeah we might be like best friends but she has a life and friends and a family... I can't dump fame on her. She has things she wants to do with her life, and she won't ever be able to go back to any of that if I tell her this.
"I- I um." I panic, and take out my phone, holding it up to her. Her eyes widen.
"Y-Y-Y-You read my FANFICTION?"
I nod slowly. "I'm kinda um.. Muke-"
"Do not say isreal96." She says seriously. I don't say anything. "Luke!" She yells.
"I'm sorry!" I yell, feeling guilt make a pit in my stomach. "Riley I'm so sorry-"
"Jesus!" She yells, walking away from me.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"I don't know!" She locks herself in the bathroom, and I fully realize what I just did.
Riley's POV---
This whole time. This whole fucking time it was Luke who I was talking to. He could've told me, or not LIE about it at the very least!
"Riley." I hear Luke mumble sadly on the other side of the door. He's clearly not as drunk as before, he can go to his room, he'll be fine. I don't answer him. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you." I hear him whisper.
"I needed you back then." I say quietly. "More than I needed my own life, Luke."
"I know.." He whispers.
"Of course you do." I laugh in shock, "But considering I've apparently been talking to you for like two years, you probably know everything huh?"
"I'm-"
"I told him everything. Because I wouldn't have to meet him and he'd have no one to tell because he didn't know me, and it was going to stay like that. I've never told anyone all of that stuff! I didn't want you to know that stuff about my dad, or that stuff about- about what I write! Do you know how embarrassing that is? The last thing I'd want is someone like you to read that! Oh my god you know I've written smut about you." I throw my head in my hands.
"It's really good if it helps." He mumbles, which even though I try not to, makes me blush.
"It doesn't." I huff. "Jesus you know how I think about you now." I shut my eyes, and try to pretend this isn't happening.
"Yeah but I think about you the same way." He says quietly.
"Trust me, you don't." I laugh.
"Yeah, I do."
"No, you don't." I pause. "You've read the texts I sent Mukeisreal96, Luke. You don't think of me like that, there's no way. I talk about you constantly, about you being my entire world and the reason I'm alive and being perfect and being adorable and talented and hilarious, and me wanting to fuck you, for God's sake. You don't think of me like that."
There's silence on the other side for a few seconds. "Yeah I do." He whispers. I blush and hands my face in my arms.
"You still did a bad thing Luke."
"I know, I shouldn't have lied, I only did because I was afraid you wouldn't like me."
"How wouldn't I like you?" I laugh.
"No, you know, I knew you liked Luke Hemmings, but I didn't know if you'd like Luke Hemmings."
"I like every side of you, Luke." I say, crossing my arms.
"I didn't think you would.." I don't say anything. "I'm so sorry I lied.. I've never met a fan like I've met you, and I didn't want you to freak out over me or anything."
"That's understandable." I whisper. "So.. You know I'm R.S then.. What about the rest of 5sos?"
"They know too. They read too."
I shut my eyes. "I don't want to be famous."
"I know, I respect that."
"Then you can't tell anyone else."
"I promise on my life I won't tell anyone." Luke says.
"Um so. You've heard me rant about how hot your accent is for two hours.." I laugh.
"Yea, that was adorable, I think your accent is hot." He giggles. I smile.
Notes
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