LUKE
Me: Hey, Hood.
Me: It's Luke
Me: your friend's passed out in the backseat of my car
Me: can i bring her over to yours?
Caleb: Why is she...
Caleb: you know what, whatever, I won't ask
Caleb: Yeah, sure, bring her over
Me: Thanks man
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AILAINA
Calum☻: Okay so are you going to explain why the hell luke dropped your unconscious body off at my house at midnight last night or do I have to ask
Me: My head is dying
I remember waking up in Calum's room around 9 in the morning and having him force me to drink water, take an aspirin, and eat slices of bread. He took me home right after and I went straight to bed.
Last night Luke took me out to this bar so I could experience what it's like to get drunk. If this is the aftermath after drinking, I don't want to drink ever again.
I'm not too sure how I got home or what happened after three or four shots into the night, but based off of my massive hangover, I'm pretty sure I got knocked out cold.
Calum☻: You got drunk with him?????????????
Me: I don't remember, honestly
Calum☻: in case your hungover self hasn't noticed, you have hickies on your neck
Calum☻: i asked you to stay safe
Calum☻: he isn't
No, no... I don't believe Calum. I mean, he wouldn't, right? Luke brought me to Calum's last night so that must mean he took care of me somehow.
Me: What happened last night?
Luke: If you're asking me for a detailed recount, you're asking the wrong person
Luke: but as far as i know
Luke: my neck and chest are covered in hickeys
Me: oh shit
Calum was right after all... I get up out of bed and run to my bathroom mirror. Six... Seven... Maybe eight red marks sprawled across my neck. This is not good at all. I have to cover these up before my mom sees them.
Luke: yep.
Luke: that pretty much sums it up
Me: I don't know what happened
Luke: You got drunk way faster than I did
Luke: and you get really, uh
Luke: touchy?
Me: fuck
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All About You / Luke Hemmings
Fanfic❝Oh come on, babe. You know it would be the best night of your life.❞ ❝Leave me alone, Luke.❞ ❝You sure? The way you stare at me says otherwise.❞ Smart and sweet or bad to the bone? In this story about lust, jealousy, and heartbreak, Ailaina Pierre...
