His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~

Chapter 6 -Mashton? Or naw-

I sit acrossed from Michael at the coffee shop and sip my coffee. "I don't know, Blake kindave seems like a douche? Are you sure you want to live with him? You guys hate each other and fight like an old married couple", Michael says. I sigh and put my coffee down and run a hand through my hair.

"I have no other choice. Besides, it's his freaking fault I'm in this predicament in the first place. He's a bitch, yes. But, the bitch has money. And, not to mention, a nice apartment. Dallas deserves this. Hell, I deserve this. After everything I have done, I deserve to live in a medium class apartment, even if it is with sir douche", I reply. He just shakes his head. His phone dings and he looks down at it, then smiles. "Wait, does Mikey have a boyfriend?".

He smiles and shakes his head. "No, it was just Ash... I mean Ashton! Um, he sent me a picture of..a turtle. Yeah, a turtle. It's cute and funny. Yep, a turtle", he says nervously. I raise and eyebrow at him before grabbing his phone from him. "LUKE! DON'T!". I scroll down the messages and see the most recent one.

Ashton: You're adorable, I can't wait to have you in my arms again.

I gasp when I read it and Michael's face turns a deep shade of red. "Michael! He's fucking engaged to a girl! What the hell are you doing?", I demand. He just sinks back in his chair. "This is a huge mistake and needs to be solved right now. Michael, he's getting married in less than a month", I almost yell. "You said you didn't have anything for him".

"I didn't! But, now I do. Luke, he is so sweet and so nice. He totally understands me. He says that he can't leave his wife until he knows for sure she isn't pregnant", he replies. My mouth drops open again.

"Not only are they engaged, but she's pregnant with his baby as well? Dude, Michael, RUN. This is bad news and I don't want you to get hurt. You're my best friend, and I'm telling you, you don't want in the middle of this", I say.

"At least I didn't knock up a perfectly good girl, then tell her I was gay!", he screams, throwing down his coffee and storming off. I know his words should probably sting, but they don't. Katherine never was a good girl. She just pretended to be one.

After all, good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught.

I throw away but half drunk coffee and leave the coffee shop and make my way back home. I left Dallas with my mom for the day while I finished packing our things into Blake's apartment. When I arrive, I knock on the door and wait.

A couple seconds later, a shirtless Blake comes to the door. He only has suit pants on and his hair is a mess. "Oh, um, were you in the middle of- oh. Okay, I'll come back", I say, assuming his hair is a mess from, things. And that's why his shirt is off.

"Wait, Luke. I was just working on some buisness stuff while getting ready", he says. I turn back around and nod my head, then walk inside. He closes the door behind me and I turn to him. "So, how was the coffee shop?". He sits down on the sofa in the living room. I continue to stand and cross my arms.

"Quite stressful, in all honesty", I reply. A few minutes later I find myself sitting on the couch, telling him all about my Michael problem. He listens full heartedly and asks questions when I pause. I don't really know how this happened, but it did.

After I'm finished telling my story, we just kinda look at each other. "Oh! I forgot! I got Dallas a new toy. Well, it isn't new. But I think she might like it", he says, jumping up and jogging into the other room. I'd be lying if I didn't check out his ass and he jogged.

He comes back with a teddy bear the size of Dallas. It's white and has little eyes. I use to think teddy bears were extremely creepy. When he handed it to me, I didn't feel like it was awkward to hold. It had his smell, which, to my surprise, relaxed me. "Do you think she'll like it? I know she's probably too young to sleep with it, but maybe it can sit in her room?", he suggests. I nod and smile.

"Thanks, Blake. Really, I know I am seriously so hard to deal with, but you really are a trooper for letting us move in. You've went above and beyond to make us welcome, you really didn't have to do anything", I say. He smile sweetly.

"I know, but I wanted to", he says, sitting back down, closer to me this time. I swallow hard and he seems to bring his face closer to mine. I'm about to bring my face closer to his, but a pounding at the door stops me.