Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Monica and I were sitting on the steps of the porch, laughing. We’d talked about everything from the stars, to classes, to her experiences with boys, to life in France, and she even gave me tips on how to (properly) give a blowjob. I felt so comfortable talking to her—Like I could share things I didn’t share with Lea or Mandy. Then again, it could be because I was drunk. She had just finished telling me about a boy she liked in France, how he put the stars in the sky and how much she cared about him but how she was reduced to just a friend of a friend.

“Did you love him?” I asked and she set her head on my shoulder.
“Yes. I loved him very much, but it was… How do you say… When the love is not returned?”
“Unrequited?” I asked and she nodded, letting her eyes shut.
“Yes. It was unrequited. I never got to kiss him or hold his hand or feel his arms around me and breathe in the same air. For a long time, I had all of our good moments, all of his laughter and him saying my name. But when I was leaving, he never grabbed me and told me to stay. I hated myself for so long, for never telling him. I do not know how to get over someone I was never with. Or… Try to forget all the moments I wished I had with him. He never knew how I felt and I was so angry at myself for that… But then I met Ashton,” she smiled. “And I have not thought about him in a very long time. Ashton has been so kind to me and he helps me to see that Drew was not right for me.” I smiled down at her.
“That’s beautiful, Monica,” I told her and she lifted her head to look at me with a smile.

“Do you feel that way about Luke?” I let out a dry laugh.
“I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe around him because he’s being so kind. But other times, he’s the rudest person I’ve ever met. In such a short time, he’s changed so much trying to show me that he isn’t who I think he is but… He’s done some really terrible things to me,” I explained and she nodded slowly.
“But does he make you feel more alive?” She asked, “Drew made me feel so… Watered down. Like I wasn’t myself with him. But I can be me when I’m with Ashton.” I felt like she really understood the situation, seeing as she’s only been with Ashton for a little bit and feels such strong feelings, just like me.
“I do things with him that I would never do with anyone else. And… When he’s nice, I feel like we have a real shot. But it’s when he isn’t that I rethink everything,” I sighed and she set an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you are thinking too much.” Before I could reply, a voice sounded from behind us.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Ashton spoke, sitting next to Monica.
“Go away!” She laughed. “We are having a girl talk!” I smiled at her phrasing and the fact that she’d rather be with me than the boy she’s been talking about all night.
“You are?” He asked, peering over at me. “Hi Val,” he greeted and I smiled.
“Yes! We are friends!” She laughed and Ashton stared at her with a smile. The look in his eyes made my heart pang. I wondered if Luke looked at me that way. I wondered about all the things he does that I don’t pay attention to.
“Well, Luke sent me out to look for you and your friend,” he told her. “You two have been off with each other for quite a while,” he kissed the back of her hand and she smiled, pulling it away.
“Did you hear that?” She turned to look at me, “Luke is looking for you.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, tell him to keep looking,” I told Ashton and Monica laughed.
“Moni, I’m going to bed. You coming with?” She glanced at me to make sure it was okay and I nodded, smiling at her.
“I will be there in one second,” she told him and Ashton stood up to go inside. Monica turned back to me.

“You should go in there and show him that you care because he will never know if you do not show him.” I nodded slowly, opening my mouth to speak, but closing it when she continued. “If he hurts you, then he hurts you and there is nothing we can do about. We will be there to help you through it. But you will never know what may happen if you do not try.” Her words sank in and I smiled.
“Thanks, Monica,” I rasped and she pulled me into a hug before standing up and going inside.
“Hey, who said you could have friends?” Ashton joked and she laughed.
“Hey, who said you could kiss me?” She shot back and the door shut, blocking out their voices. I sat there for a few moments, staring out at the cars passing before finally standing up and heading back inside.

As soon as I got down the stairs, Lea collapsed into me with a hug.
“I’ve missed you!” She slurred, planting a wet kiss on my cheek. I laughed, wiping her saliva off my cheek and Michael tore her away from my body.
“Where’s Mandy?” I asked, watching as Michael tried to steady her. She looked around the room before pointing towards the poker table where she was sitting on Calum’s lap. “You should probably go to bed, Lea.” I laughed, seeing as she was stumbling over her own feet.
“That’s the plan, Stan!” She exclaimed, giggling.
“Goodnight,” I smiled at them as Michael forced her body up the stairs. I couldn’t help but thank myself for not being as drunk as she was. Sure I was slurring a bit, but at least I could walk on my own. My eyes scanned the basement and locked onto Luke’s. He smiled, flicking his head to the side and signalling me to come over to him.

I took in a deep breath and complied, walking over the the table and standing behind him, staring at the cards in his hand.
“Heard you were looking for me,” I told him and he looked back at me with a smile.
“You heard correctly.” He laughed, pulling me by my hand and forcing me onto his lap. I placed my arm around his neck. “Where’d you run off to?” He asked and I tried to ignore the stares from the other people at the table. The only one I recognized was Calum (with Mandy on his lap), the other seats, that once occupied Michael and Ashton, were taken by strangers.
“I went outside with Monica,” I smiled at him and he pressed a kiss against my knuckles before glancing up at me.
“Were you smoking?” He raised an eyebrow. “You smell like cigarettes,” the mention of cigarettes made him raise his to his mouth and take a drag.
“Everyone is smoking down here, what did you expect?” I asked and he shot me a serious look.
“Valerie,” he warned and I rolled my eyes.
“I may have had one…” My voice trailed off and he shook his head, taking another drag.

“Don’t do that shit, it’s bad for you.” He blew smoke out of his mouth.
“Hypocrite.” I frowned and he laughed, putting his cigarette out, setting a hand on my thigh.
“Hey loverboy!” The guy sitting next to Luke spoke. “You in or out?” Luke glanced at his cards, which were in the hand by my waist before sliding some chips in. When the attention was off us, Luke pressed a kiss to my neck, landing directly on one of the bruises and I took in a sharp breath. The alcohol was having an effect on every part of my body and I craved more of his touch, from his lips on my neck to his hand on my thigh.

“Luke?” I asked, my voice quiet. He hummed in response, putting more chips in the pile when Calum raised the bet. A few of the boys folded. “Can I stay with you tonight?” I asked and he glanced at me for a brief second before looking back at the game.
“Sure baby,” he muttered, seeming extremely distracted by the game. When the time came to show the cards, Luke plopped his down with a grin. “Straight,” the others groaned and he pulled the pot to him. I didn’t know how much each of the chips were worth, but he had much more than everyone else at the table.
“Man, you’re cheating!” The guy next to Calum complained, crossing his arms.
“You’re just mad that I’m winning,” Luke laughed, his hand inching up my thigh as he finished off his beer. My eyes fell to his long fingers and I bit my lip. I wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers inside of me again, but his friends were around and I was too shy to tell him what I wanted. He threw his cards to the guy two left of us and they were shuffled and passed back out. Luke held the card under the table and I stared at them, wondering if he had a good hand.

I leaned into his touch and looked across the table, where Calum was kissing Mandy before looking back at Luke’s cards. A quiet sigh left his lips and he turned them upside down, setting them against my thigh. With his other hand, he rubbed circles into my skin with his thumb and I shifted slightly, trying to feel more of his touch. A smile played at his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing.

When it was time for him to decide whether he was in or out, he pushed all of his chips in.
“I’m all in,” it was a bold move and everyone seemed to be shocked. A few people called his bluff, pushing their chips in as well, but others folded. When it came time to show their cards, Luke slammed his down. “Royal flush!” He exclaimed and everyone rolled their eyes. He laughed, collecting his chips and pushing his card to the side before turning to me. “Do you want to go to bed?” He asked, his voice quiet and I nodded. He ushered me off him and stood up. “I’m done. I’ll just collect my winnings and be on my way,” his voice was cocky and each of the boys pulled out cash and tossed it at him. With an arrogant smile, he picked up the money and shoved it in his pocket before setting a hand on my back and led me up the stairs and to his room.

As soon as the door shut behind us, I pulled Luke down by the collar of his leather jacket and pressed my lips to his. He seemed surprised but kissed me back, pushing my back against the door and holding onto my waist. His lips moved to my neck, placing open mouthed kisses along my skin, and I moaned. My hands left the collar of his jacket and I gently pulled it down his arms. His grip left my waist, shrugging off the jacket and pulling away from my neck to yank his shirt over his head. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

One hand supported me under my butt and the other was placed against the door as he pressed his lips back to mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the roots. A hum left his mouth and he continued to kiss me, taking my body with his as he walked backwards. He turned us around, setting me on the bed. He was about to kiss me again, when Petunia began to whimper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away. “Just give me two minutes, okay? I have to take the dog out.” I nodded, out of breath. He grabbed Petunia’s leash and rushed out if the room.

I sat there for a moment, trying to decide whether or not I should just sit here and wait for him. I used the alcohol in my system as an advantage and stood up, pulling off my top and pants. I sat back down on the mattress, stilling for a second before standing up again and folding my clothes and setting them on top of her dresser. Sitting back down, I subconsciously pushed up my bra and sat up straight. I wanted to look good for him when he came back in. My nerves were through the roof, worried that I wasn’t reading the signals properly. But that all went away as soon as he walked in, he dropped Petunia’s leash on the floor, his mouth agape. He slammed the door shut, rushing towards me and pushing me down on the bed before connecting our lips.

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