Live, Laugh, Luke

Chapter 7

How did we end up talking in the first place? You said you like my Cobain shirt. Now we're walking back to your place. You're telling me how you love that song about living on a prayer. Pretty sure that we're halfway there and when I wake up next to you I wonder how? How did we end up here?

Freya's POV

I let out a breath, slowly waking up, my eyes remaining shut. I was comfortable. Warm. I'm a bit confused, however, at how fluffy my pillow is. This wasn't like my pillow... My hand slips out from under the duvet to touch it. Nope, definitely not my pillow. And my blankets weren't this soft... My eyes finally open as I take in my surroundings.

Shit.

Last night floods back as I turn around to see Luke's back facing me and my lips press shut to keep from making a noise as every curseword imaginable starts rolling through my head. Checking under the blankets confirms what I already know. I sit up slowly, doing my best to keep from making a sound as I scan the room for my clothes, finding them in a pile at the foot of the bed. I glance back at Luke, making sure he's still asleep before slipping out and putting on my clothes as fast as I can without making a sound. I hesitate at the shirt though. It was my uniform and I was worried if people saw me leaving the hotel, still wearing it, they would know. So I grab a shirt hanging out of his suitcase and throw that on. The shirt hangs almost to my knees so I take the hair band I keep around my wrist and use it to tie the shirt up. I guess my hair is just going to be a mess. I stuff my uniform into my bag and tiptoe out of the bedroom part of the suite. Out in the main room part I can breathe a little easier as I locate a pad of paper and take a pen from my bag.

Last night was fun.

Thanks,

Freya

I hesitate a second before adding my number also in case he wanted his shirt back. I knew how this would probably go. I knew enough about rock stars to know that I'd probably never hear from him again. I reread the note, cringing at how awkward it sounded before leaving it on the table. Checking my hair in the mirror and fixing it the best I could in 5 seconds, I pick up my shoes. I don't put them on right away, not wanting to make noise before letting myself out the door. I cringe at the sound of the latch, pausing for a second to make sure there was no noise from the bedroom before exiting and slowly closing the door behind me. I breathe a sigh of relief, jogging down the hall on my tiptoes, still trying to remain quiet until I get to the staircase at the end of the hall. I pull on my shoes before hurrying down the stairs and out of the hotel. I use one of the employees exits to avoid fans waiting outside. God forbid one of the fans recognized me from the stage and made the connection. Rumors would fly everywhere. Not, that they would technically be rumors if they were true... Oh god, what had I done?

Luke's POV

My phone buzzes on my night table and I reach over, barely opening my eyes to see a text from Calum asking how last night was. I sleepily smile as I text him back, telling him I'd tell them all about it later before setting the phone back down. Closing my eyes again, I roll back over, reaching for her only for my hands to clutch at empty air. I frown opening my eyes fully this time. There was nobody there. I prop myself up on my elbow as I look around the room. At first I think she might just be in the bathroom but the door is open and the light is off. Then I notice that her clothes are gone. I slip out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts.

"Freya?" I call, heading out into the main room to see if she was out there. My frown only grows while I grab a water bottle from the mini fridge and look around the room. A piece of paper grabs my attention and I head over to the couch. I grab the paper off the table as I collapse onto the couch, throwing my feet up onto the table to read the note. I wince as read the note, getting the feeling that I just fucked things up. One night stands never seemed to turn into anything more and this note hardly sounded promising. Plus we were leaving today to head up to Belfast for our next show.

There's a pounding on my door, followed by Calum shouting at me to open up. I groan as I force myself off the couch and head to the door to let them in. As soon as it's open, the three of them push past me and into my room.

"How was last night? Did you see the girl again? Is she still here?" Calum asks, opening the bedroom door and peeking his head in before closing it again.

"No she's gone," I say as he returns.

"So she was here then?" Ashton smirks.

"Yea, she left this," I say holding up the paper. Ashton takes it and the other two crowd around him to read it. Michael lets out a whistle.

"Am I supposed to call her?" I ask

"Do you want to?" Michael asks.

"Yea, kinda, she's cool."

"Well then do it." Ashton says with a shrug.

"But not for three days," Calum instructs. "Otherwise you seem too eager."

"Yea, it's the three day rule" Michael chimes in.

"Yea, in fact..." Ashton adds, folding up the note and slipping it into his pocket. "I'm going to hold on to this for you so you're not tempted. I nod before a thought comes to my head.

"You better not text her pretending to be me," I warn making him laugh

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says with a wink, making me unsure if he was being serious or not. We lapse into silence as I try to figure out which it was when Michael starts singing.

"It started on a weekend in May" That's really all it takes to start me cracking up quickly joined by Ashton and Calum as he starts the second line.

"She was actually American," I manage to say before they hit the chorus. At which point all three of them break into song.

"Walk my way Mrs All American."

"Fuck you guys," I say with a laugh, shoving Calum in the shoulder so he knocks into Ashton.

"Well? Are you going to tell us what happened? Or are you just going to keep us hanging?"

"I don't really know if there's much to tell. We just started talking after the end of her shift and she just started telling me all about her life and all the adventures she's been on and god you should've seen the way her eyes just lit up talking about it all. She was practically glowing-"

"Alright, alright, we get it, she looked hot," Calum says and I shoot him an annoyed look. Saying she was hot was almost insulting. A better word would be luminous, radiant, incandescent.

"Well anyways, I was just listening to her talk and we were drinking till like 4am, and I kind of just went for it. Cut her off mid sentence. I'm not sure who was more shocked about it to be honest. And then one thing led to another and I ended up inviting her up..." I say trailing off with a shrug as we got to the end of the story.

"Well I'm happy for ya mate," Michael says, slapping me on the back. "Now can we get going? We need to get on the road or we're going to be late to Belfast."

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Well, well, well....What have they done...

How do you think this is going to play out? Will Luke be able to wait the 3 days? Will he even bother to call her after that? 

Let me know what you think in the comments :)