Too Hot // Luke Hemmings A.U.

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Hey everyone! So, this is going to be, obviously, a Luke
fanfic! I have sooo many ideas for this story so bare with me! I think it'll turn out pretty good. I just need you to bare with me the first few chapters to get things going! Love you!

"I'd like to say a massive thank you to the person that invented coffee." I said, grabbing my caramel macchiato from my best friend, Isabel, who had an impatient outstretched hand which had the coffee.

"Why? To thank him for making you 5'2?" She asked, rolling her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Shut the hell up. This is where I blame genetics," I grumbled. We walked out of the warm Starbucks and into the brutal New York-December weather. With my non-coffee holding hand, I pulled the hem of my dark maroon sweater down, trying to warm more of my legging-clad legs. Screw winter. Isabel was clearly frustrated with the weather because she kept pulling her beanie down in anger as the wind kept pulling it off of her chestnut brown hair, which still managed to look good in the unfortunate weather.

"So, did you end up calling that guy back?" She asked in a teasing manner, knowing the answer, referring to some guy I brought home last night not even bothering to remember his name. I scoffed after taking a small sip of my coffee.

"What would make this guy so special apart from the others to call him?" I laughed. Isabel knew of my bad habits, which we actually both had. The horrible, somewhat morally wrong, habit of sleeping with too many guys and never bothering to make a relationship work. As we rounded the corner on Broadway, a guy with messy black hair and green eyes started frantically waving at us.

"Isabel! Is that you! Oh, hey! Megan, is it? Isabel! Did you get my call?" He asked, approaching us, gawking at Isabel and acknowledging me. His words flying quickly. I gave a small wave and held back a smile. Isabel stared at him, an amused expression on her face.

"Hi, Michael." She said, almost tauntingly, before they engaged in some conversation involving her making up excuses I've heard come out of her mouth a thousand times as to why she never called him back after an "amazing night". I surprisingly almost didn't notice the attractive taller figure on his right, looking down at me. I cocked an eyebrow at him and he just looked away and smirked.

"Oh! Megan? Right? This is Luke! He's my best mate. He just moved to New York," Michael introduced the blonde stranger, who I noticed had impressively blue eyes.

"Hey," Luke said with an accent throwing me off guard, nodding at me, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey there," I said, smiling politely. As Michael and Isabel continued their talk, Luke and I stood there pretty awkwardly.

"So, where did you move here from?" I asked, rocking back on my boots.

"Australia, small town in Sydney to be exact. I grew up with Michael there and he convinced me to come out here," He informed me, his voice amusing me.

"That's awesome. What are you going to do out here?" I said, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Well, my mom has a friend who lives here and she's giving me a job at her company until I can find something else." Luke replied with a shrug.

"Where at?" I asked, curiously.

"I'm not too sure actually. I find out Monday when I go for my first day," He said, giving me a once over in the process. My blonde hair was curled loosely, like almost everyday and I kept my makeup pretty casual today, not caring too much as it was just a Saturday morning. I nodded and laughed lightly.

"Oh, guys! If you know of anyone looking for a roommate, Lukey here needs one for his new apartment so he can finally get his ass off my couch." Michael announced, pointing at Isabel and I. Luke groaned at the nickname Michael used.

"Here, I'll give you my phone number," Luke said, reaching his hand out, which I looked at confusingly. I scrunched my eyebrows at him and he made a beckoning motion with his hand.

"Give me your phone," he laughed.

"Oh!" I said, realization sweeping over me.

"Freakin blondes I swear." Isabel noted, observing me. The guys and I looked at her and mumbled a, 'hey!'

"Oh shut up Michael, you're never going to be blonde again," Luke chimed in.

While Isabel and Michael launched into conversation about how he failed to mention his "unheard of hair dying habits," I quickly dug my phone out of my purse and handed it to him after unlocking it. He input his number as "Luke" with a smirk emoji. I rolled my eyes and took my phone back.

"Well, we better be off; we have a film to catch," Michael said leaning in to hug Isabel. She stood still and patted his back awkwardly while he wrapped his arms around her. He gave me a quick awkward hug before backing up and dragging a waving Luke away the opposite direction. Isabel cocked an eyebrow at me.

"So, Luke, huh?" She said, a small laugh at the end of the question.

"No. He's not my type." I said, ignoring the heat rushing to my cheeks. "It wouldn't work out. You know me. I'm perfectly happy single" I said factually.

"Psh. Right. We'll see," she sing-songed. As we walked back towards the direction of my apartment where her car was parked, my phone chimed signalling a new text that read, "no goodbye hug for me?" I rolled my eyes and slightly grinned.

"Boyfriend?" Isabel asked. I glared at her out of the corner of my eye and texted back, "sorry, maybe next time."

After we reached my apartment, Isabel and I said our goodbyes at the front door to the lobby. I trudged inside, thankful for the contrast of the weather outside and the heat indoors. I took the elevator up to my floor, the 8th one, and took the short walk from there to my door. I stopped quickly in my tracks when I got to the door, a gasp escaping my lips. A giant pink paper was tacked to it. 'Eviction Notice.' I tore the paper down quickly and huffed. After I collected myself I pulled out my phone slowly, knowing what my best option was here. I dialed the number and waited a few seconds before they picked up.

"Miss me already?"

"Still need a roommate, Lukey?"