Luke:
"Man she looks really hot." Michael whispers to Calum.
"Dude you can't say that about Luke's girlfriend... but she does." he whispers back.
The five of you had decided to go out on their day off and go out to a club. You went the full nine yards and wore your tightest dress with you highest heels. You're standing at the bar, ordering drinks for all the guys while they sit at the table. Luke's in the bathroom, and while he is, they take all their time to stare at your ass.
Ashton sighs and pokes Michael in the ribs with his elbow.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"You can't be staring at Luke's girlfriend like that!"
"Oh don't be a hypocrite! You know you've been staring at her too!"
Ashton giggles profusely and Luke walks up just in time to see it.
"What are you laughing about?" he asks, sitting down next to Calum.
"Nothing." he says, straightening his face and sitting up, but two seconds later he begins giggling again.
Luke rolls his eyes and turns to look at you. He stares for a few seconds too long because you turn around and catch him. You smirk slightly and decide to milk this for as long as possible. You carry the beer pitcher and five empty glasses over to the table and you sit down next to Luke. You sit up straight and puff your chest out before pouring yourself a drink. You silently sip the drink while keeping your posture. The guys start pouring their drinks and Luke is stuck looking at you. You set your glass down and grab the fifth glass and pour a beer for Luke.
"It's sexy when you break the law." you jokingly whisper into his ear.
"Shut up, you know I'm almost there." he blushes.
You laugh to yourself and take another swig from your beer.
You notice the guys staring at your boobs again and you smile to yourself again.
"Wanna dance?" you seductively whisper in Luke's ear. He head nods a little too eagerly and you grab his hand and walk out to the dance floor. You begin grinding on him and you can already feel something in his pants. You start giggling, because honestly, that didn't take very much. The other guys follow you guys out there and start dancing around with different girls. The song changes to Single Ladies by Beyonce and all the girls at the club naturally begin to clump together to sing the anthem together. You break away from Luke and join the girls that Michael, Calum, and Ashton had been dancing with and start jumping up and down and screaming the words to the song. You naturally start swaying your hips to the beat and you can feel someone staring at you. You smirk to yourself, assuming it's Luke and you start swaying your hips even more. The song ends and you feel two hands wrapping around your waist. But whoever it is smells like sweat and vodka, not like Luke (who smells like sweat, beer, and cologne). You turn around to try and see who it is, but they don't let you budge.
"Just keep dancing on my baby." he aggressively whispers in your ear.
"Get the fuck off of me." you try to scream but his grip is so tight around your waist that it comes out as a squeal.
"You know you like it." he growls, grinding into you.
"Get the fuck off." you whimper and step on his foot with your stiletto.
"Oh you like it rough I see." he evilly laughs.
"Get the fuck off of her!" you hear Luke aggressively say to the dude.
"Who are you? Her little brother?" he laughs.
"I'm her boyfriend. Now get the fuck off." Luke raises his voice.
"You know you'd rather go out with a real man like me than this scrawny little piece of shit." he says to you.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me." you with full force and shove him off of you with all the adrenaline pumping through your body.
"C'mon baby you know you want it." he steps towards you.
"Don't call me baby. And get the hell out." you growl at him.
"You sure?" he pushes it.
"You heard her." Luke says, stepping in between you and the guy and shoving him away.
"Aww look your scrawny ass little friend is standing up for you."
The guy barely gets to finish the sentence before Luke's right fist is swinging straight for his nose. The guy stumbles back before stumbling to the ground in a drunken mess. He crawls away before standing up at the bar and ordering another drink. Thankfully, no one saw what was going on because there was so many people in the club, so you aren't escorted out by security.
You turn around and hug Luke as hard as you can. And he puts his arms tightly around you. He kisses the top of your head and you look up at him.
"Thank you." you whisper.
"I'm sorry." he says, looking in the distance.
"For what?"
"Not being able to scare him off sooner."
You know all too well that the scrawny comments are getting to his head.
"Luke, you're perfect."
"If I was buffer I could scare guys off."
"That might be true, but I love you the way you are now."
"And I love you the way you are." he smiles.
"I'm guessing it's the dress." you laugh.
His face turns bright red so you take this opportunity to make it worse. You lean up on your tip toes so you can whisper in his ear.
"How would you like to see it off?"
