Every Fangirls' Dream || l.h.

Chapter Five: Mexican Pizza

Dedicated to @NellSantiago

(Edited)

"Luke, where are we going?" I asked, practically chasing after him to keep up with him and his long, obnoxious strides.

"You'll see," he replied, walking across the street, in front of a very large hotel (But when you live in New York, everything is huge). Where is this boy taking me?

Walking inside, I was immediately blown away by the interior design. The decor had a Spanish vibe with the bright red and orange colors and the gold accents. The floor was covered in lush Persian carpets. I felt like I was in a palace.

Luke walked up to the front desk and started talking to Nicole (according to her name tag). She had a small frame with curly brown hair tumbling down her shoulders. Her brown rimmed glasses were perched on the brim of her nose and she typed very fast, her nails scratching the keyboard every time her fingers tapped a key. She handed him a card and in a perky voice said, "Enjoy your stay!"

Waving goodbye, we strolled into an elevator.

"Am I going to be told why we're here now?"

"How have you not guessed why we're here yet?" He laughed in response.

Well who knows why you've brought me to a hotel.

Maybe you brought me here because you're expecting to get "something out if it" but uh, uh mister. Good luck with that; I've managed to survive middle school, high school, and college with my purity intact so no amount of force you apply will break me, unless you just asked politely because if so, "Luke Hemmings take me, please."

"What can I say? I'm pretty slow with these things." I said with a fake chuckle.

And then we waited in silence. It wasn't awkward or anything, but it was silence nonetheless. Silence isn't as good thing when you've just met someone. I should know, I read a Cosmo article on it.

Luke suddenly walked up to me in a way that I had no choice than to back up. My back hit the wall and my shoulder exploded in pain. But it was completely masked because of Luke's expression. It wasn't frustration, it was more like... dominance. And even though I backed up, he still came closer. Well this took a different turn, I thought, ensuring that I didn't say it out loud. He stopped coming closer and he then started to lean in. he stopped when he was less than three inches away from my face. He placed his arm against the wall I was pressed against and put his other arm a few inches away from my hip. He just stood there, his striking blue eyes piercing into my brown ones. We stayed in that position for a while, until we heard the elevator bell ding, signaling that the doors were about to open. Using the wall as a support, he pushed himself off and turned to face the opening doors. An elderly couple walked in as we left.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going now?" I asked, breaking the silence.

Luke looked confused as he responded, "you haven't gotten it yet?" I merely shook my head.

Smiling, he replied, "Well, we're going to go see my fellow band-mates."

My eyes practically budged out of my sockets as I responded, "Wait, what?"

"What's wrong," Luke asked, deeply concerned.

"I can barely deal with meeting you, and now you expect me to remain calm as I meet all of you? What if I make a fool of myself? What if they think I'm annoying... or rude? What if they think-" "What if they love you? What if they think you're funny? They'll like you. I promise. I mean; I like you." He said, putting his hands on my shoulders as reassurance. I felt my heart practically melt, he likes me. I smiled at him as he suddenly hugged me. Wow, that went from 0 to 50 real quick, but its ok... I like it.