my angel//l.h. au

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My shift had ended by the time Luke and I came out of the bathroom. An elderly woman shook her head disapprovingly at us and Luke chuckled quietly behind me as I shrugged at the woman.

Kids will be kids.

Except I'm not a kid and Luke is an adult and I really don't think children applied to our situation.

Teenagers will be getting fingered by older guys with daddy kinks isn't all that catchy though.

Anyways.

Luke waited for me as I clocked out in the back room. I changed back into my outfit from earlier, grabbed my keys and shuffled out to see Luke talking angrily on the phone. He pinched his bottom lip between his index and thumb, rolling it.

"Don't bother me until you find out," He snaps and ends the call. He shoves it into his back pocket and looks up to see me leaning against the door frame. His frustrated look vanishes, replaced by a smirk.

"You've got some tights in those holes, by the way." He comments. I glance down at my high waisted shorts, sweater, ripped tights and shrug. Almost everything I owned had at least one hole in them, including the black converse hightops I was wearing right now. Nothing a little duct tape couldn't fix.

"They're my school tights."

"You wore those to school?"

"Yeah, I have to wear tights for the uniform,"

"Please tell me you go to an all girls school."

"I don't? What's the big deal?" I say, becoming frustrated. I didn't have the money to buy new tights right now and frankly, I didn't like the fact that Luke was making me feel bad about them.

"Well, I don't like that hormonal boys can see all of your legs in those. I'll buy you some new ones, let's go." Luke grabs my hand and begins to drag me out the doors. I dig my heels into the ground.

"No way. I don't need you to buy me things. And what does it matter to you anyways? You hardly know me, why do you care if boys look at me?"

Luke angrily grabs my hand again and yanks me toward him. "I just don't like it. Now stop being stubborn, c'mon."

I shake my head and cross my arms. There's no way I'll be his charity case. "I don't need you to buy me things! I was doing perfectly fine before you came along, thanks."

Luke rolls his eyes, before stooping down. "Hey, what're-" he grabs my hips and throws me over his shoulder. I screech and hit him on the back.

"I'm 99.9% sure this is kidnapping," I hiss at him. I'm not gonna lie though, the view of his aśs was pretty great.

"Phayth?" A voice asks and I try to lift my head up to search for the speaker.

"Spin me round," I mutter to Luke who reluctantly obliges. I'm turned to see a curly haired boy looking concerned.

"Oh hey Ashton. What's up?" I ask casually before letting my head drop back down. That shît is exhausting.

"Do you need help?" Ash asks, worriedly. Ashton was a coworker of mine and probably the only upside to my job. Besides, you know, money.

"Nah, me and my new buddy here are just... um, bonding. You know, soul combining and the sort," I answer him, my voice slightly muffled my Luke's back.

"Okay? I guess I'll just see you later then?"

"Yep. Catch ya on the flip side, Ash." I wave goodbye as well as I can before I hear him walk away into the store to start his shift.

Luke stops at a car and I hear him unlock the doors. I'm placed in the passenger seat of a black Bentley before Luke sticks his head in to buckle my seat belt.

I swat his hands away, "I can do it." I'm still pissed about this, but there's no use fighting.

Luke shuts my door and slips into the drivers seat, sticking the key in ignition and starting the engine. I almost roll my eyes at how nice the car starts. My car has to at least make 4 sounds like a dying cat before starting.

Luke places a hand on the back of my seat to twist his head around, backing out. I stare at him as he bites his lip, then quickly look away when he turns back to me. Luke smirks and leans in to kiss me. I turn my head away so he kisses my cheek.

"I'm still fûcking pissed at you," I huff.

Luke clicks his tongue, "Such naughty language from such a little girl,"

"Shut the fûck up I'm basically legal,"

"If you don't stop swearing, I might have to punish you," Luke warns, reaching over and placing his hand on my thigh. I gulp.

•••••••

After a while, Luke pulls up to a large gate and rolls down the window. He reaches out to punch in a code into the side. The gate opens and Luke pulls into the driveway. It's hard to see the house in the dark, but I can tell its ginormous. The garage is ten times bigger than my room.

I step out of the car and into the garage. There's at least 7 other cars parked in here, all of which probably cost a fortune.

"You like cars I see." Luke follows my eyes and shrugs.

"Let's go inside," he grabs my hand and pulls me through a door into what I assume is a foyer.

If Luke says it like 'fo-yay' I'm so done.

I look up to see a diamond chandelier and I resist the urge to sing the Sia song. Do rich people even listen to the radio?

"I'm gonna swaaang from the chandeeeliiier," I whisper as I pull my shoes off. I think that's what you're supposed to do. Luke doesn't question it so I assume it's right. However, he does join my singing that I thought he wouldn't hear.

"I'mmmm gonna liveee like tomorrow doesn't exist! Like it doesn't existt!" Luke sings passionately, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. My jaw drops. I'm really shocked by how good his voice sounds. He can sing me to sleep every night, seriously.

"You sound like a fûcking angel," I say in awe. I'm really embarrassed about my horrible whisper singing now.

"What did I say about swearing?" Luke asks firmly and steps toward me. I squeal and try to run away, but I'm scared I'll get lost in his freaking Taj Mahal. I find myself in a kitchen, just as fancy as the foyer. Luke catches up to me and walks me backward until my back hits the island. He squeezes my hip with his large hand, "Don't swear, it's not ladylike."

"Well that's not what you were saying when I was rubbing your di-"

"Don't say it," Luke snaps and squeezes my hip a little harder.

I open my mouth, but when I see the glare in Luke's eyes I quickly close it. "Sorry daddy," I mutter, looking down at my feet.

"It's okay, baby. Just don't do it again," Luke presses his lips to my forehead before walking away.

"Hey where are you going?" I ask and watch as he disappears down a hallway.

"To change," Luke yells back.

"Wait! I'll get lost. And can I have this banana?" I shout back as I eye the fruit in the bowl.

"No, they're sacred," Luke yells from farther away and I roll my eyes. I grab a banana and peel it as I race up the stairs to find him.