Luke:
"Oh my God you literally suck at fifa, Ashton." you laugh at your blond haired friend, who after a lot of convincing, decided to play his best friends' favorite video game.
"Shut up, I have an unfair disadvantage."
"I swear to God, Ashton, if you blame this on the fact that you're Irish..." Calum starts.
"Hey!" Ashton says, quite convincingly, in an offended voice.
You laugh and after the laughter from the room dies out, you feel a hand on your thigh. You don't even need to look down to know it's Luke's. You decide to let him agonize by not reacting to it. You decide to start talking to Calum, who decided to sit this round of fifa out to watch Michael and Ashton battle it out. You know that Luke will die of jealousy when he sees you lean in to Calum while laughing and you don't mind it. After watching one more round of fifa, as Ashton challenged Michael thinking he could win... he didn't, Luke finally removes his hand from your leg.
A few minutes later, you feel his hand on your opposite shoulder, almost making you lean into him, but you hold yourself back. Soon, he gives up and goes into the kitchen. You decide to follow behind him, but still ignore him. You reach up to the top shelf to grab the candy bags they keep up there, and your shirt slowly but surely comes up, revealing your stomach, leaving Luke in agony. Michael walks into the kitchen and sees what's going on and quickly leaves in retreat, not wanting to interrupt.
You grab the bag and start walking out, but not before leaning down and picking up a piece of trash from the ground without bending your knees, leaving him a great view of your ass. You walk, well, strut out of the kitchen and sit back down on the couch. Luke comes out a minute later with a bowl of cereal and sits back down, but a little further away from you than before.
"What time is it?" Calum yawns.
"Like 12:30" Michael answers.
"Tired?" you laugh at him.
"No... maybe..." he laughs.
You yawn and he laughs and points at you.
"You're tired too!"
"I never said I wasn't" you laugh and stand up, stretching.
"Night guys." you yawn again.
You walk up the stairs and go into the bathroom to brush your teeth. When you're done getting ready for bed, you begin to change into your pajamas.
"Not so fast." you hear Luke's voice from the entryway to his bedroom.
You ignore him and slowly take off your pants and throw them across the room into the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. You slowly slip on your short sleeping shorts and change your shirt the same way. Just before you pull down the shirt all the way, you feel something stop you. You look up at the boy who's hands are now around your waist.
"I don't like it when you ignore me." he hoarsely whispers.
You wink at him and try to turn around to walk to bed, but his hands pull you right against him.
"So I see you're being naughty tonight." he smirks.
"You're gonna have to keep me in line then" you wink again.
He slowly nods and crashes his lips into yours, picking you up and laying you down on the bed.
