Pastel meets Tattoos // Muke

9. Collab

Luke Hemmings

"Michael!" I squealed as he let go of my hips, making my arms tighten around his neck. "Stop," I whimpered pathetically against his neck while he laughed. "It's not funny!" I squeaked as I shoved him off, soon regretting it once I fell on my bum, making my body tense and a small lump form in my throat. Luke Robert Hemmings, you are not about to cry because you fell..

"Luke?" Michael's voice softened as he looked at me. I blinked up at him, my eyes blurring up a bit while my hands burned from scratching against the pavement and my cheeks became a crimson red. I hated being sensitive. I hated being hurt so easily. This is a reason why people broke up with me. Because I was too much to fucking handle.

"Princess, why're you crying?" He frowned as he kneeled down in front of me. "I-I-I..." I stammered brokenly and he just shushed me as he scooped me up like a baby. I burrowed against him and snuffled, clinging to his shirt tightly. "Sorry," I whispered and felt his lips press to my forehead. "Don't be sorry love. You got hurt and I promised to kiss the pain away remember?" He whispered back and I nodded slowly.

"Exactly. And after the pain is gone, we can make a collab video if you'd like," He cooed and started kissing around my neck, making me giggle and squirm around. "Okay okay," I mewled, clinging onto his neck. He chuckled down at me once he set me down on the kicthen counter. I hadn't realized we even stepped into the house. "You're so cute," He murmured, curling his lips around my nose and making me grin.

All the little things he did seemed to make me smile. "Gimme those hands Hemmings," He demanded playfully and I held out my palms, which were flushed red and bleeding a bit with tiny cuts and tiny rocks making indents in my palms. He brushed them off and I watched as he pressed his lips to my bumpy and flushed skin, making my own cheeks go red.

I bit my lip as he brushed his lips around my palms, placing them down softly from time to time and doing the same treatment on my other palm. "Better?" He grinned up at me and I nodded before kissing the corner of his lips. "Thank you," I whispered against his lips and he leaned in closer to kiss me longer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my lips slowly with his. I hate how he has full control over me just because of one kiss and ugh.

I pulled back slightly while our lips just brushed at the slightest movment. "Mikey?" I said breathlessly and he hummed in response. "What are we?" I asked shyly and fekt his hands slide around my hips, his thumbs making invisible circles. 'We can be whatever you want us to be," He murmured. "We can?" I smiled and he smiled back at me before nodding in approval.

"Can we...be a couple?" I asked shyly, my voice quivering slightly because I was scared he might think we're movig to fast. "Of course, if I can be the one to ask the question," He smirked cheekily as he held my hands in his, our finger lacing together. I giggled and nodded for him to go on. "Luke Robert Hemmings, will you do the honors on being my righteous princess boyfriend?" He grinned widely, his face cocked to the side adorably.

"I would love to," I squeaked and squeezed his hands tightly.

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"Are you just gonna vlog while I set up all this crap for our collab?" Michael huffed out as he adjusted the lights and such. "Pretty much!" I beamed. "So much for a great lover," He muttered, a hint of playfulness in his voice but I knew it was fond. "Of course," I giggled once he stood up and arched his back like an old crippled man.

"Done with set up?" I grinned and he nodded before plopping down on the edge of the bed, the camera facing him. "Be back in a bit," I saluted at my phone before shutting it off and sitting down by Michael and wiggling around happily. "Hello my lovely kittens! Today I am here with..." He trailed off as he did a little drum roll on his lap, making me giggle loudly.

"PastelPrincess aka Luke Hemmings," I waved with both hands and smiled widely. "Indeed! And what will we be doing today Huke Lemmings?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes playfully. "We will be doing the Whisper Challenge," I announced with a mischievous smirk while Michael 'oohed' dramatically while wriggling his fingers in front of his face.

"Basically someone will have earphones on with music blasting in there ears while the other person has to say something and the earphones person must figure out what that person just said," I explained and Michael stared at me. "That sounded like shit," He stated and I gasped playfully, holding my chest. "I explained it as best as I could!" I whined as I tried shoving him off the bed but he barely moved while he laughed.

"Can we just play the game Clifford?" I grumbled once his laughs died down. "Yeah yeah. I'll be the person with earphones and such," He nodded and plugged his earphones into his phone and popping each bud into his ear, smiling widely as 'Runaway' By ATL started to blast.

I giggled and shook my head playfully before I started to speak. "There's pizza on the roof!" I shouted and he made a little face that I found adorable yet funny all at once. "What?!" He exclaimed and I giggled loudly. "There's pizza on the roof!" I repeated slightly louder. "Hairs piss on the roof?" He questioned and I busted into a fit of laughter but I had to keep going with some other phrase.

"Calum's a pile of horse shit!" I squeaked, trying not to laugh. "Columns a pill of whore ship?" He laughed out which made me laugh as well. "You're shit at reading lips," I spoke. "I'm shit at reading lips?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him. "You suck ass," I muttered but a large smile was playing on my lips.

"I know I do!" He shouted and I just laughed out loud.

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Wooooo update but very very very short meh

But I cut my hair and it kinda looks like Shailene Woodley's hair oops

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Love Always

~S xP