Lucas. ➳ Luke Hemmings [Completed]

Chapter Eight~

~Skylar's POV~

"Oh my! Taylor!" I yelled, opening the door.

It was currently 11:34pm and I was just waiting for Taylor to get here. She finally got here and may I say, I'm very happy.

"Skylar!" Taylor yelled, walking in. She sat her bags down and hugged me.

"Mom! Taylor's here!" I picked up Taylor's bags, bringing them to my room.

"Taylor, honey!" My mom came running in the room.

My dad wasn't home, and Taylor didn't question. She knows about his work and moving all the time.

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"Lucasssss!" I held out the 's' as I opened the door to see Luke.

Luke ran in, not saying a word, hugging me and picking me up. He ran over to the couch and flung me down.

"Hello," Luke turned to Taylor, smiling. "Ashton won't shut up about you," Luke failed at winking, "You are pretty cute."

I crossed my arms over my chest, pretending to be hurt. "Cuter than me?" I stuck out my bottom lip, pouting.

"Oh," Luke ran to me, hugging me, "no, no no no. Skybaby," he started whispering to me, "She's cute, yeah. But you're gorgeous. You're also mine."

I smirked, "I wasn't actually hurt but alright. I love you."

"I love you too," Luke pecked my lips, turning to Taylor. "So uh, Ashton's gonna be here in a few minutes along with-"

Luke got cut off by 3 idiots entering my house.

"Hey, gorgeous," Ashton smiled, sitting next to me, hugging me.

"Ashton," Luke shot daggers to Ashton, "Fuck off. She's mine."

Ashton laughed, "Kidding. Kidding. Hi beautiful," he turned to Taylor.

"Hi, idiots," I smiled, getting up to hug Michael and Calum.

As I hugged them a wave of jealousy shot over Luke's face.

"Aww," Taylor poked Luke's face, "Lukeys jealous."

"Shut up," He glared at Taylor.

"Salty," I let go of them, and walked back over to Luke.

"I can be salty if I want," He crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're strange, Lucas," I somewhat laughed.

"You're also strange, Skybaby," Luke smirked.

"Can you two just shut up and make out already?!" Michael yelled, Ashton and Calum nodding their heads in agreement.

"We're just friends," I rolled my eyes.

"No, no, no. She is, I'm not," Luke hugged me.

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"I ship you guys so much," Taylor smirked.

The boys had left by now, and Taylor and I were just sitting in my room. Staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" I scrunched my eyebrows, in confusion.

"I just do. You're adorable together," She started, "You get along so well. You're just my OTP."

I laughed a bit, "I'm gonna go to sleep. Good night."

Okay. Hi humans. So I was writing this last night but then the craziest thing happened.

Not sure what news channel it was on, but my hotel at the beach caught on fire. It's just so hot and so many people were doing laundry it went BOOMMM.

And yeah. If you saw it I was that emo kid who walked away when they came over.

I was pissed, alright? My band merch was in there. BUT MY BABIES SURVIVED

THANK THE NON EXISTENT LORD! ^.^ Like seriously. Everyone else was crying because of 'actual reasons' and I was crying cause my band merch might not have survived.

But it did. Thank Jesus. Anyway. I'm gonna go. Byeee.