Incomplete {L.H}
Hold You Tight
~Luke~
“Just leave me alone, Luke!” Ava snapped at me, bolting up the stairs. I followed her, skipping the steps two at a time in hopes of catching up.
“Why won’t you just listen to me?” I demanded, “You never listen to me!”
I couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about. We were now just onto the topic of the fact that apparently, I didn’t listen to her problems enough and that I should pay closer attention to her. As if it was my fault. Everything spewing from her mouth was lies.
“That’s not true,” she told me, not even turning back to look at me but rather continuing up the stairs, finally reaching the top and walking along the upstairs hallway.
“That’s bullshit!” I yelled at her, so angry that she was denying everything—we both knew it was true.
She whipped around to look at me, her hands flying to her hips, both of us stopped directly in front of her bedroom door. I tried to shift us slightly, hoping to block the door from her and lessen the chance of her stalking into her room and slamming it in my face, completely shutting me out.
“Look,” Ava hissed at me, “We obviously both need some time to calm down. Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
“Oh, so now you want to be left alone,” I growled at her, “First, you’re complaining about how I’m supposedly not here for you, and now you’re kicking me out? You’re giving me fucking whiplash, Ava!”
As soon as the curse word left my mouth, I knew I was done for it. Ava hated when I swore at her, and I could see her body stiffen when I did.
She clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists at her side, her expression turning steely, “Get out of the way, Luke.”
“Aves, I didn’t mean—,” I tried to say, but she just gritted her teeth and pushed past me, storming into her room and slamming the door with such force it echoed through the halls with a sheer finality.
I knocked on the door frantically, “Ava, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear at you.”
There was no response.
I sighed, running a hand through my blonde hair. I may have been Ava’s boyfriend, but I would always be her best friend first. And from the six years of experience I’d had dealing with her; I knew that I would never get her to talk if she was acting like this. Ava needed to cool off and to collect herself, and at the moment, I did too.
“Okay,” I said loudly, feeling like a complete idiot talking to a door, “Well, I’m just going to go. Goodbye Aves.” Still no answer.
“I love you,” I whispered to the door, quiet enough so that she wouldn’t hear it.
I still hadn’t gathered up enough courage to tell Ava how deep my feelings for her ran. I kept trying to find a right time, but every single time I’d had the opportunity, I always found a way out of it. It was like an unbreakable cycle, something that I couldn’t control, and I was getting fed up with myself.
Right now, I just wished she would’ve opened the door.
That same night, I found myself creeping along the street, making the all-too-familiar trek to my girlfriend’s house. The only question was whether she would let me in.
I pushed past the gate that led to the side of the house and trudged over to the second window, peeking through. Ava’s blinds were drawn, but between the cracks I could see her sitting on her bed, a bright light in her face indicating that she was on her phone. I was grateful—she was always cranky when she woke up, and tonight I didn’t think it would help my case.
I cleared my throat and knocked lightly on the window. Her head snapped up, and when she saw my eyes peeking through, hers rolled lightly. I sighed.
But then she was there, pulling up the blinds and opening the window for me. I climbed through, feeling slightly awkward, since the whole ordeal had been in silence. I’d come over to apologise, but I was afraid that she hadn’t had enough time to sort things out yet.
Finally I grew some balls, “Look, Aves—”
“Just shut up, Luke,” she sighed tiredly, her left hand coming up to rub her forehead. I opened my mouth, about to say something spiteful back, but then she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her bed, “Just cuddle me.”
Immediately my annoyance vanished as we both settled onto her bed. I slipped us both under the blanket and she turned, her back facing me.
Tentatively, I let my hand touch her hip. She only wore a baggy blue and white flannel of mine and a pair of bright pink shorts, not caring about the clash in colour—I admired it about her.
She shifted, her hand grabbing mine and bringing my arm to wind around her midsection. I cleared my throat quietly and moved a bit closer, waiting for her to tell me to back off, but it never came. Soon we were pressed together so tightly it was almost like we’d merged together and had become one.
I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck and murmured, “Aves I’m—”
“—sorry,” she finished for me, finally turning around to face me and actually looking at me for the first time that night, “I know. But not as sorry as I am.”
She inched closer to me, her eyes hooded, and I gulped lightly—even though I loved Ava, doing slightly intimate things such as kissing her still made me nervous.
And then we were kissing. Her fingers threaded through the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer and eventually pulling me up as she sat up. Her hands slid down my sides, impatiently tugging at the hem of my blue t-shirt, and I pulled back from her addictive lips to look at her confusedly, “Aves, I don’t—I mean…”
She just laughed, “Just hold your arms up, Blondie.”
I did as I was told and within a moment, my shirt was being tugged swiftly over my head. Ava threw it away onto the bed, her face falling to my torso, her teeth latching onto her bottom lip, studying me.
I was nothing special. A long neck, leading off to very broad shoulders. I wasn’t muscly and buff like some of the boys at our school; the seniors who could make girls swoon if they simply smiled. My chest was pale, my hips narrow and my stomach wasn’t toned, wasn’t defined, simply flat.
Ava was still biting her bottom lip, and slowly, she exhaled, her left hand coming up to my chest.
She ran her fingertips in the dip of my collarbones, proceeding to bring them down lower to trace the plains of my pectoral muscles and dropping even further to trace the very, very faint outline of my abs, the one place where I had the smallest smidge of muscle.
And then she brought her eyes back up to mine, the tiniest twinkle evident in her brown irises. Her hands came up to the buttons on my flannel, and slowly, she popped the first one out—my eyes bugged out of my head.
Soon, the checkered fabric was slipping down her shoulders, leaving her in only a plain white bra with a tiny satin bow resting right between the cups. My lips parted as I observed her ample cleavage, her breasts resting perfectly in the cups of her bra and looking oh-so-inviting.
“Ava I really…fuck, um—I just—,” I kept stuttering, dammit!
She laughed quietly, scooting a bit closer to me, “You’re so awkward, Lucas.”
She placed her hands on my thighs and spread them, taking up a kneeling position in between them. This was—by far—the most intimate thing we’d ever done, and I was acting like a bumbling moron.
She leaned back in, her left hand cupping my chin and guiding me to her waiting, berry-flavoured lips. I inhaled her lavender smell, loving everything about her. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes before she leant in even further, her chest now pressing against mine. My hands—which had currently been residing on her hips—twitched.
“Luke,” Ava breathed against my mouth. I pulled back and looked at her, scared I’d done something wrong.
“Yeah?”
She merely smirked at me, “You can touch them, you know.”
“I—I can?” I stuttered, and she just smiled sweetly at me. Her hands left my shoulders and trailed down, gripping my calloused fingers in her soft ones. Slowly, she brought my hands to the pure white cups of her bra, flattening them out against the material. I just stared.
She let out a small sigh as I finally began to rub my thumbs against her skin in slow circles, and she closed her eyes, her head tilting back lightly. I swallowed heavily and judged her reaction in order to see what gave her the most pleasure.
“I want to kiss you, Luke,” she whispered to me.
My hands still on her chest, our lips collided. I used my grip on her as an advantage and flipped us around so that she was under me, our lips never parting. I gasped against her mouth and she merely smiled into the kiss.
I moved my lips from her and kissed down her neck, eventually travelling below her collarbones. I looked up at her, only to find that she was watching me with rapt attention.
“Is—is this okay?” I asked her quietly, and she nodded. I proceeded to pepper kisses along her upper chest, finally reaching the swell of her breasts.
She inhaled sharply, but I took it as a good sign, pulling back slightly and wetting my lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her soft skin. A small sigh left Ava’s lips as I continued, wanting to make her feel as good as possible.
Finally, I looked up at her. For the first time tonight, she actually seemed nervous, like she wasn’t expecting it to go this far. I could sense her tension and I brought my face back up to hers, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “Stop?”
“Yes please,” she breathed to me, and I just grinned widely at her. Compared to what most people our age were doing nowadays, that was nothing, but I couldn’t help but to feel as though this had been a major step.
Ava yawned, and I looked at her lovingly, “Tired?”
“Yeah,” she admitted sheepishly, and I just chuckled. Suddenly I was awkward again, “Was—erm, was that alright?”
“Perfect,” she sighed to me, enveloping me in a warm hug. I nuzzled my face into her neck and rolled off of her, wrapping my arms around her warm body and cuddling her again.
And I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.
“Shit!” I breathed as I sat up, feeling a rush of dizziness swarm my head in a matter of three seconds. My palms flew to my temples and I winced, peering over at Michael’s bed, where the covers were all bunched together, Michael snoring lightly underneath them.
Damn, I remembered that night with such clarity. What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t supposed to be dreaming about Ava—I’d forgotten all about her, or at least, I was trying to.
“God,” I hissed, closing my eyes and falling back onto my plush hotel bed, suddenly acknowledging the pain in my lower half. My crotch was stiff, and I moved around, hoping that anything would make the rigidity go away, but if anything, it only provided more friction, thereby turning me on even further.
Well, fuck.
~Ava~
I awoke the next morning, breathing heavily.
My head was pounding from the lack of sleep; a measly two hours being the only time I could scrounge out of the entire night. My mind was racing, surprising me since I’d just woken up, but I knew what would happen today.
I was so fucking nervous—my chest was actually aching. I could feel my palms begin to shake, but I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, willing the stress to go away, chanting in my head that everything would be okay.
Was I lying to myself? Only the events of today would be able to determine that. Because today was an extremely important day.
Today was the day I would finally take action, where things would either begin to look up for me or to spiral downhill and send me and my career to hell.
Today was the day I was going to meet with 5 Seconds of Summer.
“Just leave me alone, Luke!” Ava snapped at me, bolting up the stairs. I followed her, skipping the steps two at a time in hopes of catching up.
“Why won’t you just listen to me?” I demanded, “You never listen to me!”
I couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about. We were now just onto the topic of the fact that apparently, I didn’t listen to her problems enough and that I should pay closer attention to her. As if it was my fault. Everything spewing from her mouth was lies.
“That’s not true,” she told me, not even turning back to look at me but rather continuing up the stairs, finally reaching the top and walking along the upstairs hallway.
“That’s bullshit!” I yelled at her, so angry that she was denying everything—we both knew it was true.
She whipped around to look at me, her hands flying to her hips, both of us stopped directly in front of her bedroom door. I tried to shift us slightly, hoping to block the door from her and lessen the chance of her stalking into her room and slamming it in my face, completely shutting me out.
“Look,” Ava hissed at me, “We obviously both need some time to calm down. Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
“Oh, so now you want to be left alone,” I growled at her, “First, you’re complaining about how I’m supposedly not here for you, and now you’re kicking me out? You’re giving me fucking whiplash, Ava!”
As soon as the curse word left my mouth, I knew I was done for it. Ava hated when I swore at her, and I could see her body stiffen when I did.
She clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists at her side, her expression turning steely, “Get out of the way, Luke.”
“Aves, I didn’t mean—,” I tried to say, but she just gritted her teeth and pushed past me, storming into her room and slamming the door with such force it echoed through the halls with a sheer finality.
I knocked on the door frantically, “Ava, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to swear at you.”
There was no response.
I sighed, running a hand through my blonde hair. I may have been Ava’s boyfriend, but I would always be her best friend first. And from the six years of experience I’d had dealing with her; I knew that I would never get her to talk if she was acting like this. Ava needed to cool off and to collect herself, and at the moment, I did too.
“Okay,” I said loudly, feeling like a complete idiot talking to a door, “Well, I’m just going to go. Goodbye Aves.” Still no answer.
“I love you,” I whispered to the door, quiet enough so that she wouldn’t hear it.
I still hadn’t gathered up enough courage to tell Ava how deep my feelings for her ran. I kept trying to find a right time, but every single time I’d had the opportunity, I always found a way out of it. It was like an unbreakable cycle, something that I couldn’t control, and I was getting fed up with myself.
Right now, I just wished she would’ve opened the door.
That same night, I found myself creeping along the street, making the all-too-familiar trek to my girlfriend’s house. The only question was whether she would let me in.
I pushed past the gate that led to the side of the house and trudged over to the second window, peeking through. Ava’s blinds were drawn, but between the cracks I could see her sitting on her bed, a bright light in her face indicating that she was on her phone. I was grateful—she was always cranky when she woke up, and tonight I didn’t think it would help my case.
I cleared my throat and knocked lightly on the window. Her head snapped up, and when she saw my eyes peeking through, hers rolled lightly. I sighed.
But then she was there, pulling up the blinds and opening the window for me. I climbed through, feeling slightly awkward, since the whole ordeal had been in silence. I’d come over to apologise, but I was afraid that she hadn’t had enough time to sort things out yet.
Finally I grew some balls, “Look, Aves—”
“Just shut up, Luke,” she sighed tiredly, her left hand coming up to rub her forehead. I opened my mouth, about to say something spiteful back, but then she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her bed, “Just cuddle me.”
Immediately my annoyance vanished as we both settled onto her bed. I slipped us both under the blanket and she turned, her back facing me.
Tentatively, I let my hand touch her hip. She only wore a baggy blue and white flannel of mine and a pair of bright pink shorts, not caring about the clash in colour—I admired it about her.
She shifted, her hand grabbing mine and bringing my arm to wind around her midsection. I cleared my throat quietly and moved a bit closer, waiting for her to tell me to back off, but it never came. Soon we were pressed together so tightly it was almost like we’d merged together and had become one.
I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck and murmured, “Aves I’m—”
“—sorry,” she finished for me, finally turning around to face me and actually looking at me for the first time that night, “I know. But not as sorry as I am.”
She inched closer to me, her eyes hooded, and I gulped lightly—even though I loved Ava, doing slightly intimate things such as kissing her still made me nervous.
And then we were kissing. Her fingers threaded through the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer and eventually pulling me up as she sat up. Her hands slid down my sides, impatiently tugging at the hem of my blue t-shirt, and I pulled back from her addictive lips to look at her confusedly, “Aves, I don’t—I mean…”
She just laughed, “Just hold your arms up, Blondie.”
I did as I was told and within a moment, my shirt was being tugged swiftly over my head. Ava threw it away onto the bed, her face falling to my torso, her teeth latching onto her bottom lip, studying me.
I was nothing special. A long neck, leading off to very broad shoulders. I wasn’t muscly and buff like some of the boys at our school; the seniors who could make girls swoon if they simply smiled. My chest was pale, my hips narrow and my stomach wasn’t toned, wasn’t defined, simply flat.
Ava was still biting her bottom lip, and slowly, she exhaled, her left hand coming up to my chest.
She ran her fingertips in the dip of my collarbones, proceeding to bring them down lower to trace the plains of my pectoral muscles and dropping even further to trace the very, very faint outline of my abs, the one place where I had the smallest smidge of muscle.
And then she brought her eyes back up to mine, the tiniest twinkle evident in her brown irises. Her hands came up to the buttons on my flannel, and slowly, she popped the first one out—my eyes bugged out of my head.
Soon, the checkered fabric was slipping down her shoulders, leaving her in only a plain white bra with a tiny satin bow resting right between the cups. My lips parted as I observed her ample cleavage, her breasts resting perfectly in the cups of her bra and looking oh-so-inviting.
“Ava I really…fuck, um—I just—,” I kept stuttering, dammit!
She laughed quietly, scooting a bit closer to me, “You’re so awkward, Lucas.”
She placed her hands on my thighs and spread them, taking up a kneeling position in between them. This was—by far—the most intimate thing we’d ever done, and I was acting like a bumbling moron.
She leaned back in, her left hand cupping my chin and guiding me to her waiting, berry-flavoured lips. I inhaled her lavender smell, loving everything about her. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes before she leant in even further, her chest now pressing against mine. My hands—which had currently been residing on her hips—twitched.
“Luke,” Ava breathed against my mouth. I pulled back and looked at her, scared I’d done something wrong.
“Yeah?”
She merely smirked at me, “You can touch them, you know.”
“I—I can?” I stuttered, and she just smiled sweetly at me. Her hands left my shoulders and trailed down, gripping my calloused fingers in her soft ones. Slowly, she brought my hands to the pure white cups of her bra, flattening them out against the material. I just stared.
She let out a small sigh as I finally began to rub my thumbs against her skin in slow circles, and she closed her eyes, her head tilting back lightly. I swallowed heavily and judged her reaction in order to see what gave her the most pleasure.
“I want to kiss you, Luke,” she whispered to me.
My hands still on her chest, our lips collided. I used my grip on her as an advantage and flipped us around so that she was under me, our lips never parting. I gasped against her mouth and she merely smiled into the kiss.
I moved my lips from her and kissed down her neck, eventually travelling below her collarbones. I looked up at her, only to find that she was watching me with rapt attention.
“Is—is this okay?” I asked her quietly, and she nodded. I proceeded to pepper kisses along her upper chest, finally reaching the swell of her breasts.
She inhaled sharply, but I took it as a good sign, pulling back slightly and wetting my lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her soft skin. A small sigh left Ava’s lips as I continued, wanting to make her feel as good as possible.
Finally, I looked up at her. For the first time tonight, she actually seemed nervous, like she wasn’t expecting it to go this far. I could sense her tension and I brought my face back up to hers, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “Stop?”
“Yes please,” she breathed to me, and I just grinned widely at her. Compared to what most people our age were doing nowadays, that was nothing, but I couldn’t help but to feel as though this had been a major step.
Ava yawned, and I looked at her lovingly, “Tired?”
“Yeah,” she admitted sheepishly, and I just chuckled. Suddenly I was awkward again, “Was—erm, was that alright?”
“Perfect,” she sighed to me, enveloping me in a warm hug. I nuzzled my face into her neck and rolled off of her, wrapping my arms around her warm body and cuddling her again.
And I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face.
“Shit!” I breathed as I sat up, feeling a rush of dizziness swarm my head in a matter of three seconds. My palms flew to my temples and I winced, peering over at Michael’s bed, where the covers were all bunched together, Michael snoring lightly underneath them.
Damn, I remembered that night with such clarity. What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t supposed to be dreaming about Ava—I’d forgotten all about her, or at least, I was trying to.
“God,” I hissed, closing my eyes and falling back onto my plush hotel bed, suddenly acknowledging the pain in my lower half. My crotch was stiff, and I moved around, hoping that anything would make the rigidity go away, but if anything, it only provided more friction, thereby turning me on even further.
Well, fuck.
~Ava~
I awoke the next morning, breathing heavily.
My head was pounding from the lack of sleep; a measly two hours being the only time I could scrounge out of the entire night. My mind was racing, surprising me since I’d just woken up, but I knew what would happen today.
I was so fucking nervous—my chest was actually aching. I could feel my palms begin to shake, but I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, willing the stress to go away, chanting in my head that everything would be okay.
Was I lying to myself? Only the events of today would be able to determine that. Because today was an extremely important day.
Today was the day I would finally take action, where things would either begin to look up for me or to spiral downhill and send me and my career to hell.
Today was the day I was going to meet with 5 Seconds of Summer.
Notes
OMFG Luke's so awkward, like I can't even XDI really liked writing this chapter, I thought Luke's nerves made it cute! Let me know what you think by commenting! Shout-out goes to @love1D and @mmcdade for their kind words!
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