but darling, it's just a dream

r e d f l a n n e l // l.h

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❝You know what's good about dreams ?❞

❝You can be with people that who are impossible to be with in reality❞

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I was dating Luke and I had a broken leg (what?) and my friends and I were out on holidays somewhere and I was stuck in the motel, while they went to get some food for the motel room.

Luke texted me something that I didn't understand and I was pretty sure that it wasn't for me.

I decided to move the beds around, because I was bored.

There was my internet bestie Odette, Calum, Mikey, Ash and myself.

So I moved two single beds together, because I hate sleeping on single beds. So I moved two single beds into one room, to make a double bed and the rest in the other room, and I put them on the ground.

I was resting on the double bed I made, when there was a knock at the hotel door. I don't think we ordered anything, I definitely didn't order anything.

When I reached the door and opened it, ready to say, "I'm sorry, we haven't ordered anything," but I saw Luke standing there in front of me and the guys were back from the shop and they were popping there heads around from Luke.

I jumped into his arms, for a big hug. After a moment I said, "What are you doing here?!" "Uh, seeing you silly," then he bopped me on the nose (my friends said I have a boppy nose).

"I hate to break it to you guys, but we got food that I want to eat it!" Michael said jogging on the spot with his bags in his hands. He looked like a little kid chucking a tantrum because he didn't get a chocolate or a lolly.

Luke picked me up, in a hugging way and he walked like a penguin type of way, back into the room I joined the beds together.

He let go of me, and I fell on the bed and he laid beside me and intertwined out hands and started playing with our fingers and hands. It was a nice silence though. I was staring at Luke while he continued to play with our hands and fingers.

"What are you staring at, babe?" He smirked. "Dunno, just some loser," I said back in a cheeky mood, not looking at Luke. "Ha. Oh, really. Would a cheeky boyfriend do this?" He stopped playing with our hands and rolled over and hovered above me and started kissing my neck. "Mmm.. maybe..." I said letting out a giggle toward the end.

He started kissing lower, down my collar bones and started kissing my jaw. "How about now?" I could practically hear the smirk on his lips. Just when I was about to answer, Michael came past, and I mentally face palmed myself for not shutting the door. "Get a room!" He shouted. "We are in one! Dipshit!" I yelled back, and Luke giggled. "Whatever," he walked away.

I cupped Luke's face and pulled him away little to look in his eyes. I rubbed his cheek with one of my thumbs, which he had a little bit of stubble on.

"You know, you were doing so well, with that whole cheeky shit until you giggled," I said in a whisper, with a toothless smile on my face. Then I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Then I got up and my leg wasn't broken...okay?

Luke went grabbed food because apparently he hadn't eaten all day, which we both knew was a lie.

I got comfy on the make shift double bed I made, and turned on the tv, there wasn't anything interesting on, so I turned it off and reached over and grabbed my phone and checked all my social media apps.

Luke returned with what could feed a whole African village for two weeks. I told him to shut the door behind him, which he did with his foot.

I walked over to my bag and grabbed out my book that I was reading, 50 Shades of Grey and I got back on the bed and started reading where I had picked up off last.