Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Dreams

[5sos and i love u snowflakes]

Chapter 39 - Dreams

Manhattan. My favorite city. If I could, I'd wander the well-lit streets of New York for ages, just window shopping and eating burritos . . . My classic idea for a date. Somehow, Luke read my mind and did just that, minus the burritos. He turned us walking to a specific destination (which only I knew of), into him taking me on a date. It's weird how the day kind of bends to his will.

Luke was swinging our hands. He was smiling this extremely happy smile that sort of blinded me whenever I looked at him. He had just finished explaining to me this prank he and Michael pulled on Harry and Niall.

"And then Niall just screamed, 'You fucking bastards!' And stormed out of the room. We tried apologizing but he only forgave us after he drew a dick on Michael's face with a Sharpie," Luke grimaced at this part of the story.

I stifled a laugh. "What did he draw on your face?"

Luke stopped walking and I did as well. He stepped closer to me and lowered himself a little. Luke pointed to his cheekbone. "Do you see it? It's fading but this whole event happened two days ago so it should still be visible."

When he was this close to me, I could indeed see some words and a drawing on his cheek.
The words: I love boobs.
The drawing: a badly drawn picture of Niall showing his middle finger and smirking.

I laughed. Luke, knowing I saw the prank, pouted and resumed walking, me following suit.

"Oh gods, that's amazing." I chuckled.

Luke shook his head vigorously. "No, Rose! That is not amazing! Do you know how many disgusted looks I got from women these past two days?!" His eyes were wide and he looked really upset as he said this.

"Aw, Lukey," I pouted and quickly kissed his cheek as we walked. Believe me, it was a challenge. Our height difference wasn't the only reason it was hard. It was also challenging because, well, moving targets are always challenging, right?

"Don't call me that, bitch . . ." Luke mumbled quietly and I rolled my eyes.

Classic Texting-Luke.

"I'm sorry for you, I really am. I bet you were called a sexist a few times?" I guessed.

"Yes! Five people called me that! Within a time span of twenty minutes!"

"Oh, wow. Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm serious. It was two old women, one twenty-something year-old and a mother!"

"Who was the fifth person?" I studied the curb like it was the most interesting thing ever.

"The mother's daughter," Luke exhaled.

I smirked and my eyes darted back to him. "Teenager?"

"Rose, the daughter was six."

I had a tough time stifling my laughter again. I shook my head. "Oh my gods, Luke. What about Mikey? How did people react to the penis?"

Luke scoffed. "Michael got laughs and grins. I think everyone knew his was a prank. But I don't get how they don't understand that the drawing on my face was a prank, too! I mean, it's obvious that I didn't draw it myself. Who would even write that on their own face?" He shook his head, as if done with humankind.

"I have no idea, Luka, but how did Harry get his revenge?" I questioned curiously.

"Oh, his was lame. He filled my bunk in the tourbus with banana peels and dyed Michael's hair pink, which Michael actually thanked him for."