Mess Around | Luke Hemmings FanFic

August 27th.

Couple chapters of just (terribly written) porn... soz.

I push myself off the wall, flicking my cigarette into the puddle.

The music getting louder as I made my way in. "Why is she always here?" Calum asks. "She works here." They both turned to face me. "What? Since when?" Hailey asked. "Since she was 18. Multitalented."

"Is she the bartender?" I nodded. "Yeah." I wasn't sure if she hadn't told me because she didn't want to or if she'd just left it up to context clues.

But they were both as empty headed as each other when it came to that sort of stuff so it didn't surprise me that they didn't know.

I couldn't breathe properly, every couple breaths were a nightmare to deal with.

Leaning against the bar, I watched her door open, the man shamelessly walking out while she walked slowly. Tucking her hair behind her ears.

She looks up at me, her eyes red but a smile on her face. I turn around, resting my back on the bar as she stops in front of me. "Hi sweet girl."

"Hi, I don't have that long so I can't stay for ages." I move my hands over her skirt, pulling her in closer. "I'm here all night."

"You better be paying for this!" Leon shouts. I hold up the ten watching him smile at me like a perverted little bitch.

I pulled her closer, kissing her neck. "There's a guy staring at you. He seems pretty angry."

"Black hair? Blue eyes?" I hummed out a yes. "Must mean he's back from California. Meaning I might have to intrude in your house a little longer. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I'm just glad you're putting me to good use. I tilt her head back. "You want me to beat him up for you, baby?"

"No. He'll just make things worse for me and I don't think I have the patience. I need you to just act like- like the guys that usually come in here."

"Whatever you want pretty girl." I push my card between her teeth. "Can you get me a drink please baby?" She holds the card, moving it between her fingers the same way my mother used to move her playing cards.

"We are back." Hailey says.c out of breath while Calum stands with lipstick on his neck. "That's not really your shade Calum." I turned back around, watching her from across the bar.

"Sure it is." The mic squeaks down the speakers. "Once again, a gentle reminder not to touch the dancers..."

I sneer at him as he hides behind his booth. "If you play us a song I'll let you have half an hour with her." I turned around, his money hungry eyes looking right through me. "An hour and I'll give you two songs and your very own dance."

"An hour, you give me two songs and don't say anything insulting to me- for the rest of the night. I sort of enjoy it." His nose scrunches. "Oh aren't you just adorable. You two, surprise performance. Let's go."

"Can I choose a song?" Hailey asked. "Well of course sunshine. What do you want to play?"

"Can me and Hailey swap places and she sings uncomfortably numb with you?" Hailey shook her head violently. "Say no."

"I say yes and you do great. I promise. You'll be over it before it even happens." I kiss her cheek. "I promise. What the fuck- oh, sorry. Why is the mic so low?"

"It's not you're just a fucking giant." I wasted no time. I wanted her back with me now.

Playing electric was so exhausting. This is why I pay people to do these things. I didn't want to do this anymore.

But Hailey sounded good, as always. The girl is a mystery. I mean who is that good at that many things?

She can cook, drive, sing- play almost every instrument. Also she's weirdly really flexible, and strong.

Who leans to do that many things for fun?

A loner. She has no life. It's the only explanation.

That or she's just good at everything.

Which makes more sense, but my sense of jealousy wanted less so she's a loner with no life.

I'm not even sure what I sang for the second song. I was so focused on being a bitch that I just completely forgot I was even up here.

That's incredible. It's so stupid that it's just incredible. "There, you got your songs you beautiful bastard. Now where is she?"

"With a customer. Wait five minutes and she'll be yours." I sigh. Pacing the floors until that door was opened. I push the guys head into the wall. Walking in as she turns around. "Jesus- Christ. Get a bell."

"If you wish. You have an entire hour. I just gave myself up like a little slut. Are there actually cameras in these rooms?"

"No Luke. That's illegal. Only in the bar and near the stage. Not in here." I step closer, watching her step back. "You didn't tell Calum and Hailey about this?"

"What? My job? 'Oh hey by the way I sell my body to make a living' hello? Not happening. Please don't say anything."

"I wasn't going to. But they really wouldn't care. They know you're a bartender- I'm sorry I'm trying so hard to keep conversation but you are just, you look so fucking good."

"You said that while looking into my eyes. Impressive." I shake my head. "I am multitalented. I want to treat you like a normal person but my legs are caving and I'm getting needy."

"What did you want, baby?" She pulls me down, kissing my neck. "Can I touch you?"

"No touching the dancers Luke." She sits me in the chair, smiling at me as she moves herself onto my lap. "You are making this impossible."

"I know," she pouts. "But you're doing so well I just can't help myself. You've got an hour. How long do you think you'll last without touching me?"

"One minute . You have one fucking minute to do what you want and then you are mine entirely." She moves herself off my lap, a smile on her face as I sat with my hands on my lap.

My head falls back as I looked at her, shamelessly trying to take it all in. "I am taking you shopping tomorrow. Getting you six thousand sets of these. Your minute is up, sit please."

I hook my finger over her bra, dragging her in. "That was not a minute. I didn't even get to do anything." She pouts, sitting on my lap anyway.

"What is it you wanted to do, sweet girl?" Her hand palms over my jeans. My lips pressed gently against her neck. "It's my job technically. This isn't my job. You can do this when we get back. Let me do this here."

"I want you to show me what you do, all of it. Slowly." I always wondered why she walked on her toes so often, i never thought to look at the fact that she's constantly wearing heels at work. "All of it?" I nod. "Every second."