All About You / Luke Hemmings

Twenty Four: Weekend

AILAINA

Calum☻: what are you doing tonight

Calum☻: I was thinking movie night??

Me: Sorry, Cal. Luke's spending the weekend

Calum☻: and Sandra's ok with that?

Me: She's away for the weekend with my aunt and the family

Calum☻: Oh

Calum☻: why didn't you join her

Me: I'd much rather spend time with Luke

I never really get to see Luke and when I do, it has to be somewhere private. I'm tired of constantly having to sneak around with him, but now I don't have to. Trying to ease him into a topic with my mom is difficult, especially knowing how much she dislikes the boy. In all reality, if they gave him a shot just like I did, they would like him as much as I do. Winter holidays just started and I want to spend as much time with Luke as possible.

Luke makes me really happy. He never seems to care what other people think and the only person he cares and looks after more than he does for himself is me. He makes me feel special and he makes me feel wanted. He's amazing.

Luke spent all of today with me so far just watching TV together and will be spending the next two days doing the exact same thing. You'd think just sitting around watching cartoons and movies all day long would get boring, but with the right company you don't seem to mind at all. And that's what he was; right.

"I don't like this show," complains Luke. "Switch it."

"No way, I'm actually starting to get into it."

"What's so interesting about this show anyway?"

"Well," I start off, "if you paid attention, you'd know."

"Pay more attention to me," he whines.

I smile in response, eyes glued onto the TV.

Luke snatches the remote control and flips it to the music channel.

"Hey!" I shout, "I was watching that!"

"I don't care, we're watching something far more interesting now."

"Give the remote back."

Luke lifts his far arm high into the air, waving the remote around. "Want it?" he taunts. "Fight me, Pierre."

I jump onto Luke, trying to climb up and grab the remote from his hand. No use. Luke pushes me down onto the couch and pins my wrists down with his hands, dropping the remote off the side.

"You're not much of a fight," Luke teases.

"Who said I was trying?"

Luke slowly lowers his face down, pressing his lips softly onto mine. I happily kiss him back in return, a little harder this time. He lets go of my wrists, allowing me to place my hands on either side of his face for more control.

Luke pushes my fair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. "You're beautiful," he whispers then gently placing his lips against the skin on my neck, sucking, leaving love marks behind each kiss.

I close my eyes and sigh, loving what I'm feeling.

Luke's kisses trail down from my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, then my hips. My fingertips exploring his beautiful blond quiff.

His fingers drag down my sides eventually pulling my legs apart.

"Wow, you're so dominant, Luke," I say amazed.

Luke gets up, his face hovering above mine again. "Sorry, was I scaring you? Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asks, concern dripping from his words.

"No, no," I hush, "I liked it."

I lean in to kiss him again. Luke's hands begin fiddling with my shirt, trying to find the bottom hem of it.

Twenty One Pilots appear on the television.

"Wait! I love them!" Luke says, jolting up from his position.

"You can't just leave me wanting you like that."

He smirks at me. "I'm here all weekend."