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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Right Here. With You.

“What do you want to do today?” Luke asked, raking his hand through my hair. It was nearly noon and my head had been resting on his chest for what seemed like hours (when in reality, we were probably only there for about fifteen minutes). We were consumed in each other, just lying there, not speaking up until now. We didn’t mind the silence, it was almost peaceful.
“I don’t know,” my voice was quiet and Petunia stood up from her place near our feet to jump off the bed and grab her kong. Luke’s hand left my hair to wrap his fingers around mine and place a soft kiss on the back of my hand. I lifted my head up to look at him and he smiled.

“I have class at 2:30,” I told him.
“Don’t go,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes. “Come on, you already missed one today. What’s the harm?” He was right. It was only one class. With a sigh I sat up.
“You’re a horrible influence on me.” I stated and he grinned.
“Ouch.” He held his hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded and I shook my head, laughing. “Come back,” he mumbled, trying to pull me to him.
“No.” I giggled, biting my lip.

His bottom lip formed into a pout as he yanked my arm down. I fell on top of him, laughing. Wrapping his arms around me, he stared at me for a moment, pressing his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss and started to kiss him back when the door opened. We were quick to tear away from each other. I tried to bolt up, but Luke’s grip held my body down.

“Sorry mate,” Michael grinned as he closed the door behind him.
“What do you want?” Luke’s tone completely changed. The once happy man who was pulling me down to kiss me and making me giggle was now angry and his grip on me was far from loose.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding out all day?” Michael smiled down at me, walking over to Petunia and scratching behind her ears. “You should answer your phone. Lea’s going mad. She thinks you’ve been murdered.” I opened my mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off.
“Well she hasn’t been, so…” Luke’s voice trailed off. “What do you want?” He repeated.
“Just popping in to say hi,” he sat down on the bed and Luke rolled his eyes.
“You said it. So leave.” Michael didn’t listen. Instead, he lied next to Luke on the bed and tucked his arms behind his head, crossing his legs. “Get your dirty ass shoes off my bed,” Luke growled. Michael complied, kicking his shoes off to the floor and resuming his position.

“Do you guys want to get some lunch?” Michael beamed up at Luke. I wanted to shy away from his grip, but I was being held too closely. Luke debated whether or not to agree before finally sighing and turning his attention to me.
“Are you hungry?” He asked and I nodded. Luke’s grip finally loosened and he sat up, gently ushering me off of him. “Get out so we can change,” he told Michael.
“Dude, I’ve seen you naked like a million times,” he laughed, grabbing his shoes as he sat up.
“Not me, you dick. Valerie,” Luke shoved Michael off the bed and he walked out of the room to give us privacy. “I don’t want to go,” Luke admitted, pulling on the jeans that he left on the floor earlier today.
“I do,” I laughed, standing up and walking to my folded clothes. One of my biggest pet peeves was wearing clothes that I wore the previous day, but I decided to suck it up so I wouldn’t cause a fuss.

Luke pulled on his shirt, staring at me as I slowly unfolded my top.
“Turn around,” I complained and he rolled his eyes.
“Val I’ve seen-” I cut him off.
“Luke!” I whined and he obliged, turning around. “Don’t look.” I warned and he covered his eyes. I was slow to take off his shirt and replace it with mine, nervous that at any second he could turn back around and look at me. I know that he’s seen me naked before, but it just felt different. As I took off the sweatpants Luke had leant me, I folded the dirty clothes and set them where mine lied seconds ago.
“Val, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll-” he began.
“I’m almost done.” I pulled up my skirt and put my hair in a ponytail. “Okay,” I sighed. “I’m done.” He turned back to me with a raised eyebrow, watching me as I put on my sandals.
“Ready?” He asked, slipping on his converse.
“Nope.” I shot him a smile before walking over to the mirror hanging on his wall and fixing my day old makeup. Luke came up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist and setting his chin on my shoulder as I tried to make myself presentable.

“I really don’t think that Mikey’s going to care whether or not your makeup is perfect,” he complained and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not trying to look perfect, I’m trying to not look like I crawled out of the gutter.” I pulled a few chunks of hair out of my ponytail and soothed them down in front of my ears.
“I wouldn’t say you crawled out of a gutter. Maybe the side of the road,” he joked and I laughed, turning around in his grip.
“You’re so kind,” I replied sarcastically and he pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back for a brief second before pressing on his chest, pushing him away. “We have to go,” I laughed.
“God! Are you getting ready for the prom? Let’s go!” Michael complained from behind the door and Luke gave me an annoyed look.

“If we sneak out the window now, we could probably make it a block before he even notices we’re gone,” he pointed out and I playfully swatted his chest, wriggling out of his grip and heading to the door.
“I’m driving,” Michael held up a set of keys and Luke swatted his hand away.
“Like Hell you are,” he scoffed.
“Come on! My car is cool!”
“Yeah, and it runs as well as my eighty year old grandma.”

***

After lunch, we dropped Michael back off at the house and Luke turned to me.
“Let’s go somewhere. Get out of town for a bit,” he insisted and pulled out of the driveway. Despite my numerous attempts to ask him where we were going, he remained silent and kept on driving. After about 45 minutes, we finally arrived at a small, vacant beach. “Come on,” he smiled, pulling me by my hand out of the car. We walked in the sand until we were inches away from the waves crashing against the ground and sat down. Luke peeled off his black shirt and threw it in the sand, complaining that it was too hot outside. I closed my eyes, breathing in the ocean air and let the breeze flow through my hair. I opened my eyes back up when Luke lit a cigarette, taking a long puff before turning to me.

“Where do you want to be in ten years?” he asked and I furrowed my brows.
“Out of Florida,” I laughed.
“Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. Far away. I’ve always wanted to see Chicago. I want to be somewhere that snows in the winter. I want a little white house with a red door and lots of garden space so I can plant roses. And I want a family that’s so close, we annoy the hell out of each other,” I smiled, lying back in the sand and staring up at the clouds. I didn’t care that I was getting sand on my clothes. Luke didn't reply, so I turned my head to look at him. He was staring out at the water. “Where do you see yourself?” I prompted when he peered at me out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t even know if I’ll be alive.” He tried to laugh it up and I propped myself up on my elbows.
“What do you mean?”
“I make a lot of dumb decisions,” he stared back at the water. “May says that one day, they’ll surely kill me.” I wanted to ask who May was, but I so consumed in what he had just said, that I couldn’t bring myself to. “But you know,” he shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. “That’s life, I guess.” I didn’t think I’d get anywhere with him if I pressed him further, so I remained silent.

“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong anywhere?” He asked, burying his cigarette butt in the sand. “Like you’re just kind of here because you have to be? Not because someone needs you to be?” I wanted to tell him that I needed him here, but I didn't. Instead, I intertwined our fingers, running my thumb along the vein crossing the back of his hand. I wanted to kiss it, to release the tension in his joints, but I didn’t. I wished I wasn’t so timid, that I could rid all of his frustrations and anxieties by kissing along his jaw. I wanted to tell him that I knew exactly how he felt.
“Everyone belongs somewhere,” I told him in a whisper and he tore his eyes from the ground to me. “Even if it doesn’t seem like it,” I added, in hopes of getting a response.
“Maybe I belong right here. With you. Just wasting time away on a Tuesday afternoon.” I couldn’t help myself. I swallowed the lump in my throat and pulled him close by the hand I held. My strength wasn’t enough to bring him to me, but he leaned into my touch and I pressed my lips against his.

As we kissed, I wasn’t sure what he would do if I initiated further, so I took a shot. I broke off the kiss and pressed my lips to the stubble on his jaw, tailing down and peppering kisses on the soft skin of his neck. His breathing heavied and he crooked his neck to give me more access. I moved to a spot below his ear and a throaty groan left his mouth.
“Hey,” his voice was shaky. “Do you want to go back to mine?” My face burnt up as I nodded and he pulled me up by my hand, leading me back to the car. He didn’t seem to care that he left his shirt in the sand or that he was holding my heart in his hand.

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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!