Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Missed Your Chance

They woke up late. Well, late for Luka.

No, actually just plain late.

She had to put the coffee into travel mugs, and she only had time to shove some new clothes on and tie her hair up in a bun, shouting through the house for the guys, before herding them into the car with a handful of breakfast bars.

They got to the studio with five minutes to spare. The boys jumped straight into recording, with Luka discussing with Rex and Tom all the notes that they had made yesterday. She stayed for as much of the recording as she could, but she kept getting calls through from Joe and the team about the upcoming video recording, interviews and tour, so she kept popping out while she took them. The parts of recording that she did hear, though, she made sure to comment on.

When she ran out to get them all lunch, the guys only had one page of notes left to address, which only took another few hours. They finished them all by 3pm, so they just spent the next two hours listening to the final cut over and over and over, making sure it was absolutely perfect.

This time, when they were absolutely ecstatic with it, Rex printed the physical copy, and they begged Luka to drive it over to Sam straight away. It wasn't too far, about an hour and a half away, and they all stared at her with such big puppy eyes that she could not resist. Also, after the first printing mix up, she didn't feel right saying no. The spirits were high on the drive there, and even higher on the way back. The boys were literally bouncing the entire way, Brad in the front seat both times, and blasting the music up loud.

They decided that after today, they deserved a night of celebration, and once they got home, they immediately changed and headed out. Luka chose to drive them in her car, because it was a bit less...fancy than any of theirs. If they got as drunk (or drunker) than last time, she did not want to be scrubbing vomit from leather Range Rover seats.

They also decided to go to a bar this time, one closer to the town centre. This one was called Lola's, dark, neon, and importantly, a VIP section, which Luka obviously booked at some point while the guys were otherwise occupied. Secretly, she didn't do it for the guys, she did it so she could sit on the comfy booth seats for most of the night. She wasn't usually much of a dancer.

So there they were, all sat in the purple VIP section, dressed up all fancy, being served a bottle of champagne from a scantily clad waitress. Usually, Luka would feel nervous being around a woman like that with a gang of men, but these were good guys, and they never once looked away from her face, or made any kind of comment about her outfit, or even attempted to flirt with her. Luka sensed the appreciation from the waitress.

Luka took a glass of champagne for the toast, but put it on the table instead of drinking it. She didn't usually drink, plus she was driving. This was the boys' celebration anyway.

She had chosen an actual dress for this evening, something that was becoming a habit lately. She felt like she wanted to make an effort when there were events with the guys, and she managed to dig out a kind of tight purple dress, that came a little low on her cleavage, but not so much that she felt uncomfortable. It came to mid thigh, and the fact it didn't ride up her ass when she walked meant that she actually bared her legs for once. The guys were wearing an array of smart shirts and trousers, and as she looked around at the group, she realised that this was a good looking bunch of people.

The next hour passed with lots of chatting, banter, and some dancing in the little booth. The bottle of champagne had quickly been drained and replaced with another. The boys were getting more clumsy. And there was a perk of sitting right between Brad and Connor; Luka was right in the middle of the chaos for her to take a lot of pictures and videos. For blackmail reasons, of course.