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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Make it Better.

I was still on Luke’s lap by the time Lea came in with Michael. They stopped dead in their tracks as soon as they saw us and I tried to climb off of Luke, but he held me in place, his long fingers twirling the ends of my hair.
“Did we miss something?” Michael asked as they sat on Lea’s bed.
“Just a shitty party,” Luke mumbled, hardly loud enough for them to hear.
“Yeah, we thought you’d still be there,” Michael started to pack a bowl before checking the time on his phone. “It’s only midnight. Why are you back so early?” Luke shrugged.
“We didn’t want to stay,” he snapped and my body tensed against his. He noticed and took a deep breath and calmed himself down, drawing circles in my back. “It was lame,” his voice returned to the calm state. I didn’t understand how he could switch moods so quickly.
“Alright, geez,” Michael grumbled, taking a hit off the bowl before passing it to Lea. She tried to pass it off to Luke, but he shook his head.
“I’m not doing that shit anymore,” she passed it to me instead and I took a small hit before handing it back to Michael. I was glad that our room was so small that I didn’t have to get up to pass it along. Luke rolled his eyes at my action, but didn’t say anything.

I found myself feeling guilty for taking the hit in front of Luke. when he said he’d stopped smoking, I thought he only meant cigarettes. The next time Lea tried to hand it off to me, I shook my head and she gave it to Michael instead. I felt uncomfortable sitting on Luke’s lap in front of Lea and Michael, but Luke seemed completely at ease and continued to play with my hair. Lea must have sensed the awkward tension, too, because she played music so we couldn’t hear their conversation. I was sure they were exchanging inappropriate jokes from the way they were looking at each other. Their body language oozed lust. I leaned my body further into Luke’s and his grip tightened around me.
“Petunia likes you,” Luke told me, his voice low as if he was sharing a secret. I couldn’t help but smile. Despite how shitty the night had been, I was glad that our fight had been resolved.
“I like Petunia,” I giggled. “She’s such a sweetheart!”
“Yeah, you should see her when I’ve been at class all morning. She practically tackles me,” I couldn’t help but think about Luke sitting on the floor with her, rubbing her belly until his wrist cramped up. The thought warmed my heart.

“Do you leave her alone often?” I asked without knowing why.
“Nah,” he shrugged. “I can’t bear it,” a small smile appeared on his lips and all I wanted to do was kiss him. I would have if we were alone. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?” I lifted my head from his shoulder to look at him.
“I have to get up early, I don’t know,”
“I doubt you’ll get any sleep with these two going at it,” he was right. I glanced over to see them making out and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“But what would they think? If I left with you?” He shrugged.
“I don’t care,”
“I need some time to pack clothes for tomorrow,” I caved in and he grinned.
“I’ll bring the car out front. Come down when you’re ready,” he gently lifted me off his lap as he stood. I gave him a quick nod as he exited the room without saying goodbye to the couple. As soon as he left, I stood to pick out an outfit.

“I thought you two hated each other,” Michael spoke as I searched through my closet.
“We do,” I didn’t look at him. “Sometimes,” I added, feeling guilty. Today, we got along great… Well, for the most part.
“Are you fucking or something?” Michael asked with a laugh and I just shook my head.
“Did you guys dance?” Lea’s voice sounded as she shut off the music. “At the party?” I furrowed my eyebrow, staring at her as I placed a light blue dress in my bag. Why does it matter?
“No, we left when everyone started to dance,” Michael and Lea seemed surprised by the fact and I grabbed my makeup bag.
“Are you staying with him tonight?” Lea asked. I nodded, not speaking. “Just… Be careful, okay?” She warned and Michael sent her a look.
“Stay out of it,” he told her and I gave them a small smile, grabbing my overnight bag and backpack before leaving the room.

***

By the time we got to the house, it was 12:45. Ashton and Calum were in the living room with a few of the guys from the party, laughing and drinking beers. Luke tried to sneak past them but Ashton called out to us.
“Luke! You left the party so suddenly,” he had a smirk plastered on his face that disappeared when he saw that Luke’s hand was clasped around mine.
“Uh, yeah,” Luke dropped my hand and he scratched the back of his neck. “We just decided to get out of there,” he shrugged. I stood behind him, afraid that if I stepped forward I’d be brought to attention.
“Just decided, huh?” The guy that walked over to our table asked with a laugh. Brett, was it? No, Brad. “Without even a dance with the poor girl?” Luke rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know why everyone is obsessed with my fucking business!” Luke yelled. I jumped slightly, pinching my eyes shut. Ashton opened his mouth to speak. “Stay out of my shit!” He yelled before grabbing my arm and storming upstairs. I found it difficult to keep up with his long legs as he pulled me down the hall.

“Luke!” I complained, pulling my arm back. He unlocked his door before shoving me in. “Luke, stop!” I yelled, his fingers pulled at his hair as Petunia sat at his feet, staring up at him. He took a deep breath before looking at me, then down at Petunia. “You need to calm down!” I told him, crossing my arms.
“Okay, okay. I’m calm,” he was still tense as he sat on the bed. Petunia followed after him, jumping up and lying next to him. I stayed by the doorway, arms crossed. My arm stung from his grip, but I pushed it out of my head. “I didn’t mean to yell,” I scoffed. Of course, he thought the yelling was the problem.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, pursing my lips.
“No?” His voice came out as more of a question.
“You hurt my arm,” I stated and his face paled. He rubbed his eyes before placing his hand over his mouth.
“Fuck, Val,” his voice was hoarse. “I-I’m sorry,” I couldn’t tell whether he was sincere. Petunia set her chin on Luke’s thigh, but he ignored it. “Please don’t be mad,” he begged. “I really didn’t mean to, I was just so angry and-“ he stopped, pushing his hair out of his face. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, but I just stood there. “Come here,” he nearly begged and my feet padded across the floor. I didn’t know why I was walking towards him, but I couldn’t stop myself. He grabbed my arm and examined the red mark. God, I hoped it wouldn’t bruise. He tenderly placed kisses across the reddened skin and stared up at me.

“I really didn’t mean to,” he promised, grabbing my hands and pressing them to his lips. He kissed each knuckle before kissing the back and holding the palms up to his cheeks. His skin was warm and the way his eyes beamed into me physically hurt. The blue held such sadness and his lips held a small pout. “What can I do to make it up to you?” He asked, dropping my hands. I kept them on his cheeks. “I’m so sorry Valerie,” he croaked, leaning into my touch.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, climbing onto his bed and straddling his lap. Luke’s arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to blink away my tears. I was doing well until Petunia started to lick my arm. I couldn’t help but laugh as the tears flooded out of my eyes.

“What?” He asked, wiping away my tears with the pads of his thumbs.
“Petunia is kissing it better,” I laughed and Luke stared down at his dog, whose tongue was making a slobbery wet mess on the red mark. It was slowly starting to fade. Luke let out a small laugh, shaking his head.
“I’m glad to know that Petunia can make it better,” he joked, lying down and pulling my body with his. I set my head on his chest as he rubbed my back. It was an extremely uncomfortable position: Luke with his legs hanging off the bed and my body straddling his, putting a strain on my neck. “You know,” he began. “It’s nice hanging out with you when you’re not annoying me,” I couldn’t help but laugh, swatting his chest.
“Well, you’re nice to hang out with when you’re not yelling at me,” Luke rolled his eyes before shifting my body off of his and undressed to his boxers before climbing back into the bed and pulling my body against his. I quickly fell asleep as Luke pulled the comforter over my body and Petunia lied at the foot of the bed.

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Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

Lois22 Lois22
5/30/19

urgh I love this

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
5/29/19

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Arrogant Boys!!!

Can you tell me what the next One will be called please?

@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!