Fangirl

"Riley," I hear Luke whisper. Nah, must be imagining it again. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and then remember everything. Oh my god. Luke spent the night at my house. Oh, god damn it he's going to see what I look like in the morning. I mean, it's pretty much the same, but more tired and gross. I hum.

"What time's your mum coming home?" 'mum'. I missed that.

"Mm, I think eleven. My curfews nine for some reason." I mumble out.

"You have a curfew?" He chuckles, "Aren't you nineteen?"

"Yeah, but my mom is convinced hanging out with Max has turned me into some rebellious teenager who wants to be a stripper when she's older." I shrug, and roll over to face him, but I don't open my eyes.

"Even though you're like the opposite?" He smiles.

"Hey now Luke, I can be rebellious." I lie, with a smile on my face.

"Oh really," He laughs.

"Totally."

"Okay, and what totally rebellious things have you done?"

I huff. "I dunno. I've stayed out past my curfew." I shrug. There's silence, him clearly not buying it. "Five minutes past, but I was with my mom." I laugh.

"Yeah that's what I thought." He laughs.

"I'ma go back to sleep now." I mumble.

"Okay, but it's noon."

"It is?" I sit up and open my eyes, and check the clock.

10:13

"You little shit, it's ten in the morning." I laugh.

"Woops." He shrugs, grinning.

"Oh my god." I mumble, but my face is saying 'I love you so much don't ever leave'. I stand up and fix my sweater, grab Luke's hand, and walk out to the kitchen.

Luke's POV---

RILEY SMART IS HOLDING MY HAND GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS SHE IS HOLDING MY HAND OH MY GOD.

Riley's POV---

"Okay, pancakes or cereal." I ask, and glance at Luke, but do a double take when I see him blushing like crazy. "What?" I smile.

"N-Nothing." He shakes his head. "Uh- pancakes." Luke looks around for a second, "Where's your brother?"

"Probably hiding at Lindsay's?" I guess.

Max's POV---

"Mikey, there's literally paparazzi everywhere." I frown, looking out the window.

"Yeah, that's normal every now and then."

"That stinks."

"Yes, yes it does." He looks over at me, and chuckles, "You know if you want to keep this relationship a secret, you'd better get away from the window."

"Right," I laugh, and run over to him on the couch.

"Oh shit," Michael laughs, looking at his phone while wrapping an arm around me. "Luke texted me last night- He told Riley he loves her."

"Finally." I laugh, "How?"

"I guess he got tired of trying to text her, got on a plane and then spent the night at her house."

"Wait, I don't believe those two could have sex."

"No they didn't do that, just sleep."

"Well good for them. It's been like two years."

Riley's POV---

"Okay you said your curfew's nine?" Luke asks, starting the car. I'm pretty sure he rented this because it smells new and I refuse to believe he drove all the way here.

"Yerp." I nod, and he looks over at me, smiling. "What?"

"'Yerp'." He giggles. I roll my eyes. "No asking where we're going, okay?"

"Okie." I smile, and he boops my nose, which makes me smile more. Luke starts the car, and starts driving, while I just secretly look at him. I've never met someone who completely understands my humor, and I certainly didn't think a celebrity would. How is he so perfect? And I'm not talking about camera Luke, like everyone talks about. Luke's like.. He's a real person. He's not always awkward and cute, he has feelings that aren't happy and bored. "Luke where are we-"

"I told you no asking where we're going." He says a little more serious than usual.

"Okay, daddy." I roll my eyes. My saying that was purely teasing because of his tone, but then my cheeks go hot at saying it. No I don't like the daddy thing, neither does Luke, but hearing it come out of my mouth was weird.

"Okay you also aren't allowed to say daddy because it was weird and slightly turned me on." He laughs, and I smile.

"Whatever you say, daddy." I murmur, which earns me the mix of a glare and a smile. Luke parks the car, and I grin. "You're taking me to a carnival?"

"This is like one of the few places I know of where a parent wouldn't think you're rebellious and want to be a stripper." Luke laughs.

"Jeez Luke, one of the few places? What kind of places do you go to?" I snort.

"Oh you know," We get out of the car and he intertwines his fingers with mine, "Raves, clubs, behind bars, next to bikers, the tops of roofs, that sorta thing."

"Yep, Luke Hemmings, the true rebel." I laugh.

"Hey now, I own a leather jacket. I'm pretty hardcore." He chuckles.

"Oh yeah, extremely." I nod. "No one should dare get in your way. You could glare at them to death."

"Mhm. I'm so threatening." He grins.

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