Elevator -lh a.u.

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Luke's POV
2012
5:09 a.m.
Sydney, Australia
Calum's House

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The sheets wrapped around my exposed body as I tried to quietly stand from her bed.

I'm guessing her name is Emma?

She's such a whöre.

Who just jumps in bed with a guy? Well, other than every girl at my school.

Well, I'm not saying I didn't like it, but she's definitely had sëx with half the school. I wouldn't have had sëx with her, but I really, really, really, wanted to get laid. She's been having a crush on me for quite a while, so why not give her what she wants?

Other than dating or ever speaking again, of course.

Maybe a quick blòwjob.

That's about it.

Anyway, I padded across the floor collecting my clothes, and piece by piece slipping them on.

Picking up my black combat boots, I tiptoed to the door, my socks covering up any noise.

I slightly began to twist the knob to the wooden door, and as it opened, it creaked.

Oh shït.

Emma? Stirred and groggily lifted her head up.

No, no, no. Oh fûck, think fast, Hemmings.

"Shhhh... Go back to sleep Emma." I sing-songed.

"It's Stacey." She slurred then laid back down, instantly passing out.

I walked out, immediately having to step over a knocked-out body.

"Niall, you dipshït." I muttered, walking past the senior.

I was almost out of the house, free to jump in my car and head home.

"Excuse me?"

Once again, oh shït.

I turn around smoothly, towards the sound of the small voice.

It was a girl, I was at least a foot taller than her. She had dyed blonde hair, put in a side-braid. Her makeup wasn't done at all, she was wearing a orange T-shirt with the faded words, Datona Beach on the front, and poka dotted pajama bottoms, ends stuffed carelessly in a pair of sparkly Ugg boots.

She must have not been to the party last night.

"Yes?" I rolled my eyes at her anxiousness and questioned.

"Do you um... Know where...um... My brother is?" She rocked back and forth on her feet.

What? I don't know this girl. Why would I know her brother?

"Um, who's your brother?" I sighed, checking my Rolex.

Her eyes practically popped out of her head, she looked confused, shocked and a little bit angry at the same time.

Should I know who she is?

"I'm Michael Clifford's sister, Moira."

Michael has a sister?

I guess I spent too much time hating him to notice.

Okay, well I didn't hate him anymore. It's just, who has a secret sister? A secret hot sister at that. Ok I mean on a 1-10 scale she's a six and I'm a ten. So, still bang-worthy.

But back to the present.

"Michael's sister, are we? I had no idea he had such a insanely hot relative." I smirked, knowing this girl would be in my bed in no time at all.

"Cut the crap Hemmings, I got a phone call saying he needed picked up. So I suppose this is the party he was talking about. Where the fück is he?" She spat.

"Woah, okay," I raised up my hands defensively, still smirking "Just trying to be nice. Check Calum's room. Third door to your right."

"Thanks for not being a fûckboÿ for once Hemmings." She rolled her eyes and walked away.

The little bïtch.

It's not my fault I have needs.

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idk how to end this chapter so yea. I'm sorry it's short af

Dedicated to Moira Cain

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