Mess Around | Luke Hemmings FanFic

September 20th.

Holding the door open, the guy just walks right through. "You're welcome. Asshole." He turns around. "Excuse me?"

"You can't take two seconds to say thank you?" He pulls his gun out of his holster, I reached to grab my knives. "No. No. Oh god. Baby I lost my knives."

"Luke the guy is literally holding you at gun point." I pulled her behind me. "All this because you can't use manners?"

"Is there a problem?" I turned to the officer beside me. "You're kidding? Yes there's a problem. This guys got a gun pulled on me."

"Fuck this." The officer followed him in and I just walked away. I kept her in front of me because I was still a little worried. "You don't seem too scared of guns."

"My dad's a little weird." I drive off pretty quickly. Holding her hand tight. "I'm scared of dying just, not the gun part, just the aftermath."

"I'm sorry." Parking on the side of the road, I turned to face her. "This is where you wanted to sit?" I asked. "It's nice. Come on."

I close her door. Moving around to open it for her. "You k so when you would disappear for hours and then go straight to the bathroom? Would you go to like, kill people?"

"Sometimes. There's some people I have to interrogate about Serena LaRosa. You remember the girl that went missing?"

"Yeah. Was she apart of it all?" I sat down on the pavement, sitting her with me. "Her father was one of our top advocates. His daughter was taken by somebody and it sort of divided everybody. Some say she ran away with this necklace, some say she was taken because they thought she had it."

"Poor girl." I hold her hand, her head resting in my arm. "You are the only sense of normality I have. My days go slower when I'm with you."

"Glad I could be of service." She kisses the back of my hand. "I'm glad I didn't die before I could meet you. I think I would've known- I mean I definitely would've."

"I doubt it." She huffs. "Don't. I had dreams about you before we met. You were always closer to me so I never had your full face but I have drawing from like three years ago. I would recognise those eyes anywhere."

"You had a dream about me?" She leans forward, turning to look at me. "I had, many dreams about you. So many dreams. I'll show you the drawings when we get back. Which is why it's so funny when I tell you that you're the girl of my dreams."

"This is so strange to hear." It was about to start raining. "Yeah. Lucky me I guess."

I tuck the hair behind her ears. "I hope you know that when I tell you that you're beautiful I don't just mean in the outside. You are absolutely beautiful on the outside. But you're just as perfect in the inside. You're kind and you're caring and it's my favourite."

"Really?" I nodded slowly, smiling like an idiot while I kissed her cheek. "You're my sweet girl. My sweet and beautiful girl."

I felt her lips part, grazing over mine as she looked up at me. "I have to tell you something." I wipe the lipstick from the corner of her mouth. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just really. Ironic and strange." I hummed. "Okay. What's the secret?"

"I, have actually- never been kissed before." She spoke quietly. "Is that something you were sticking to or is everybody just stupid and blind?"

"I think people just don't want to kiss me." She pouts. "Stupid and blind. That's what I said."

"I'm also very scared that I will be very bad." I shake my head. "You have never been bad at anything in your life. You are perfect."

I brush my finger tips over her cheek, trying to figure out how the hell I'd managed to end up with her this close to me and smiling. "Can I kiss you?" I asked quietly. "Please." She spoke through a small breath.

I waited a second just to make sure she hadn't just said it.

But the second her lips touched mine I felt my heart race so fast it felt like it wasn't moving. She was so soft and gentle I felt like I didn't even deserve her kisses at all.

She tasted like cherries, and I knew it was her lipstick but I like to think it would've been just the same if she hadn't had any on.

Her lips were soft and perfect and every time she kissed me I felt an entire year suddenly add itself into my lifespan.

Now I'm not sure how I can just go without, I'm just going to have hours in my life where she's just not kissing me. "How the hell am i supposed to just live now?"

"Easily accomplished if you just, breathe." I grab her face, pushing her backwards as I crash my lips into hers. "I have to take you home because if you get sick then Hailey will kill me and claim I'm sabotaging your girls day."

"I think she would do that even if you weren't around to do so- kissing is so fun, why do people hate the world when this exists."

"Stupid people. God you look so pretty. So so pretty." She pulls herself up from the floor, I watched her do so, looking up slowly and shamelessly. "You are absolutely perfect."

Her lipstick was a mess, her hair too. But she made it look so good. "You are covered in lipstick." She says. "It lingers."

Her dress was short. But she kept her arms down so it was a little longer than usual. "I don't think I'll ever get over you."

"I'm hoping within the hour actually." She says, a little smile on her face. "Dirty."

She holds out her hands as I stand from the floor, my hands in hers as I kissed her gently. "I'll stop wearing lipstick. Then you don't have to worry about the mess."

"Baby you can wear as much lipstick as you want. I'm not worrying about it. And I'm not going to stop you from wearing it just because of a few stains. I like them. I like the taste."

"My lipstick is my biggest weakness. I can't say no to it. It's just so fun." I lean back against the car, her hands still in mine as she kisses me. "I will buy you all the lipstick you want."

"Angel." She whispered. "I never got to buy you everything you wanted. We got so caught up in the mess that I just didn't have the time. You're somehow always around but then just never there to do actually normal things."

"It is very strange." I opened the car door, letting her in quickly before I moved around into the drivers side. "Tomorrow, when you and Hailey go out. Will you please spend something? Anything, just buy something."

"I will buy one single lipstick." She wipes her sleeve over my mouth. "You are impossible. But okay. I won't force it I just, want you to have things. Actual things."

"I have everything I need. I've never really enjoyed the collection of things. Never had the space or the money. I've never wanted to."

"Okay, thats fine. Like I said you're not obligated. There's other ways for me to care, I just want you to know that you have everything right there if you ever want it."

"I'm not doing it to be awkward or try and get you to spend it. I just really hate the idea of having so much and spending that much. It just feels so odd. I feel guilty."

"I know the feeling. I'm not saying this for any kind of praise, mostly to keep you from exploding for my spending habits. A lot of my money goes to charity- a lot of it. I make a lot I know. But the money I make from my music goes to charity."

"Don't you make like, millions from that alone?" She laughed. "I do. Which is why I do it. I don't need it- also I didn't realise how many charities there actually were until I did my research. It's insane."

"He kill's people for a living but he gives back." I nod firmly. "Absolutely right. Very influential if you ask me. You're not being forced to do anything I swear, I just thought maybe you'd want to know where it all actually goes."

I let out a deep sigh, kissing the back of her hand. "Just know that everything I am, is yours. Which includes all of my possessions."