Friction || Luke Hemmings

Alli- 24

I took one last look in the mirror, the black fabric sticking to my body. I felt extremely self-conscious in this dress, but my mother kept assuring me I looked good. Not that I believed her, I just really liked the detail on the back. I wished the skirt would have been a little looser, but I guess it'll have to do.

I sighed as I heard a knock at the door, some shuffling downstairs before the door opened and my mother's voice echoed throughout the house.

"Harry!"

"Lovely to see you Ms. Tylers."

I ignored the rest of their conversation, my mind still preoccupied with none other than Luke. I couldn't sleep last night, my head pounding as I tried to put together what he had said.

"I'm sorry for cutting you out, I'm sorry for everything I've said to you, I'm sorry for being a dick, I'm sorry for screwing us up, I'm sorry I don't know how to deal with rejection, I'm just fucking sorry, okay?"

I had tried to convince myself I didn't like him after he all but admitted he only came to me for sex. But his words sounded so sincere, so completely genuine and true. Could he have honestly been telling the truth? Did he only go to Lexi because he thought I rejected him? I can guarantee him that was the last thing I wanted to do, the very last thing I ever wanted to do. But I couldn't cheat on Harry, he's a sweet guy. Really really sweet.

Luke used to be sweet... until his little band formed. He changed right in front of my eyes, and I knew that. But... he used to be so nice to me. He was my best friend. I wanted to be able to trust him, I just didn't know how. How do I trust someone who screwed me over more times than I can recall?

"Allison! Harry's waiting for you!" I took one last deep breath, smoothing out the fabric of my dress before grabbing my heels and making my way downstairs.

Harry's eyes went wide as he looked at me, green irises working down the length of my body. An immediate blush crept up my neck, my mum smiling widely at me.

"You look... beautiful." He breathed out, hands folded behind his back. I smiled in thanks, holding on to the railing as I slipped on my matte black heels.

It took us a good fifteen minutes to get out of the house, my mother insisting on taking picture after picture. I had to physically pry the camera out of her hand and quickly pull Harry behind me as I sprinted out of the house. Only once we finally got in his car did I let out the annoyed huff I had held in for my mothers sake.

"You good?"

"I'm good."

"You really do look stunning."

"You don't look half bad yourself." I retorted, my eyes finally taking in the handsome man next to me. His hair was tamed up in some sort of quiff, he had nice black skinny jeans covering is legs, and a crisp white button up adorning his torso. My mouth watered at the sight of the top buttons undone, traces of ink hinting through the exposed part of his chest.

He chuckled next to me, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel while the other landed on my thigh, his thumb tracing patterns over the skin. Goosebumps immediately rose to the skin, a smiling forming on his face from the reaction he was getting from me. Little did he know, in the back of my mind, I wished it was Luke's hand running soothing patterns over my inner thigh.

The ride to the venue was a good hour, filled with loud singing and awful jokes. Harry was an amazing singer, but he could not tell jokes for shit. But the lack of joke-telling skills did make his attempts funny, so I guess it all just even outs.

When we got there, Harry only getting us lost a couple times, I was blown away by the beauty of it all. There were flowers everywhere, Campanella Garden Roses specifically. They were a gorgeous coral color, which really complimented the pale pink peonies. Rose pedals scattered the aisle of the church. Tea lights lit up the aisle, fairy lights hanging around the interior, everything was absolutely beautiful.