Is Age Really Just A Number? {L.R.H}

Those Cliche Romantic Comedy Moments

*Smut warning*

Briella's POV

The dinner with Luke went really well. We went to a little diner, ordered burgers and just sat there, talking about anything and everything.
The time past way too quickly and before I knew it, here I was standing in the front row of the audience with Jess, while the boys were performing their last song of the show.
There were only hours remaining before I would be getting on a plane and flying to Los Angeles. Only a few more hours I could spend with Luke.

The boys took their final bow on stage, thanking the fans one last time, before they headed back stage. Jess and I rushed backstage as fast as we could, "hey," Luke said, "so how was your first 5SOS concert from the audience?"
"It was amazing," I said honestly, "although a few girls gave me weird looks for not knowing the words," I laughed
"They'll do that when you're in the front of the mosh not knowing the words," he laughed back, "I'm gonna have a quick shower," he told me, "I'll be right back,"
"Hey, Luke," I said, "mind if I join?" I asked cheekily, but this request was not me asking to join so we could have hot shower sex; although that would probably happen. It was so I could make the most of my last couple of hours with him.
"You don't have to ask," he smirked, wrapping his arms around my waste and throwing me over his shoulder
"Oh My God," I squealed, "Luke put me down!" I couldn't contain my laughter
"What's going on here?" I heard Liz. I couldn't see her face, as mine currently had a lovely view of Luke's ass
"Nothing mum," Luke told her, trying to hide the fact that we'd be showering together in possibly a few minutes, but she knew better
"Sure," she said sarcastically, and walked away, but not before adding, "you have half an hour, til we have to be out of here,"
"Got it mum," he said, and we headed towards his dressing room, him still carrying me over his shoulder. We entered the dressing room; he closed the door and let me down
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked him, knowing that everyone will know what we did; when we both exit the dressing room with wet hair
"I just want one last time with you before you leave," he told me, pushing me up against the wall, "it's gonna be a long two months," a smirk formed on his face
"Let's do this then," I said, standing on my toes to kiss him.
With in a matter of seconds our clothing was littered all along the floor leaving a trail to the shower. He broke away from the kiss for a second so he could turn on the water, getting it at the perfect temperature for us, "get in baby," he said, I hopped in and he followed shortly after, pinning me up against the now wet tile wall. I wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him in to me again. His hands made their way to cup my butt, "jump," he whispered, and I did as he said, wrapping my legs around his waist. My back was just being supported by the slippery tile
"Luke," I breathed out, "I need you," he moved one of his hands from the wall to under where our bodies were attached, and skilfully manoeuvred him self, to be able to thrust into me
"Ready baby girl?" He asked, I couldn't speak, so I just gave him a nod and then without wasting time, he thrust into me. He moved his hand back to the wall, "you feel so good,"
"Fuck," I moaned, "oh my God," I hoped the running water from the shower drowned out our moans. The water from the shower splashing all around us, "Luke,"
A grunted, "fuck," left his pierced lips, "it sounds so fucking good hearing you moan my name,"
"Luke, fuck, I'm gonna come," I groaned
"Come for me baby girl," he said, and with in a matter of seconds we both climaxed.
He carefully let me down, and pulled me into his chest. Both of us just standing under the cascading water for a few minutes before getting out.

We exited the shower and got dressed, both of us grabbing our discarded clothing from the floor. I used the hair tie I always had around my wrist to tie my damp hair up in a messy bun, hoping that I had time for a proper shower before we left for the airport.
Moments later we exited the dressing room, hand in hand.
I gasped in shock when I saw Jess and the three other boys just standing outside the door, "have fun in there?" Jess asked
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, a smug smile forming on my face
"Hope you used protection," Michael added
"Can you not be so immature for like five seconds?" I asked, "I swear it's so fucking hard to believe you're not the youngest here sometimes,"
"No that's Luke," he smirked
"Shut up will you?" Luke spoke up for the first time since we showered, "is it so bad, that I want to spend a little time alone with my girlfriend before she leaves in a couple of hours?" Everyone around us was speechless at what he just said, "what?" He asked, clearly not knowing what he just said "what's gotten everyone so shocked?"
"You... You just said..." Jess began, "that Elle was your girlfriend,"
"I did not," he tried to defend himself
"You did mate," Ashton said
"Fuck," Luke groaned, letting go of my hand and walking away. I winced at his sudden reaction
"Can we just go?" I said, everyone nodded and headed towards the van waiting for us to to take us back to their hotel
"You okay doll?" Jess asked quietly. We let the boys walk in front of us
"I don't know," I said, I really didn't know
"He'll come around, don't worry," she said, wrapping an arm around me
"I just don't wanna leave like this," I told her
"I know doll," she said, as we approached the car, "let's go back to the room and have a drink, before we have to leave, what times our flight?"
"Two," I told her, I didn't say anything else. I couldn't speak