The sexual tension had The sexual tension had been building up all night; everyone could see it, I just refused to believe that there was actual sexual tension between Luke and I. Luke of all people. I for one hated him and luckily, the feeling is mutual. He thought he was some sort of God with his lip piercing and soft blond hair and angelic voice and that's not the point, he thought he was some hot shot when in reality, he isn't. I couldn't stand him.
***
The club was packed with people and the minute I stepped into the stuffy, sweaty club I wanted out. All the boys went their separate ways and as per usual, I was alone. I could spot Cal and Ash getting a drink, Mikey was chatting up some girl in a tight black dress and Luke was surrounded by 4 or 5 girls in dresses that left nothing to the imagination, typical Luke.
I scoff and turn towards the bar, determined to have some fun tonight. I am not going to let Luke or one of his multiple whores to ruin my night. If I have to be here I am going to make the most of it.
"Give me a shot." I say to the bartender and he nods, slamming a shot glass in front of me. The alcohol burns my throat and I shake off the sensation, signaling the bartender to pour me another shot. He refills the glass and I down it in a distant, already feeling slightly tipsy. I was a lightweight, a couple of shots or a drink or two and I would be drunk off my ass.
I grab a beer and hop off the tiny bar stool, looking around the crowded club. I find it funny how you can have the time of your life with complete strangers and then forget their name in less than two hours. The power of alcohol. People were grinding and laughing and giggling and having fun in general.
I manage to spot Luke in the crowd of sweaty people. He was grinding against some brunette in a tube top and mini skirt. Knowing him he would either fuck her and then forget about her or just forget about her right then and there and then move on to his next prey. I pity the girls that got involved with Luke Hemmings.
I spot Ash talking to Calum about who knows what and find myself making my way over to my favorite drummer and bassist.
"Having fun Y/N?" Ash asks, eyeing my beer.
"Eh. Too many people. I just want to leave to be honest."
"Why don't you dance with someone?"
"I don't want to dance with some random stranger who only wants to get in between my legs."
"That doesn't have to be the case." Ashton smirks, winking at Calum.
"You wanna dance, Y/N?"
"Why not, Cal. Let's go." I smile, leading Cal towards the dance floor.
He places his hands on my hips and positions me so that my ass is lightly touching his crotch. We sway along to the music and manage to have a conversation while we grind. It wasn't exactly boring but there wasn't that exciting spark I normally felt. Calum and I were friends which is probably why my hormones weren't flying all over the place, there wasn't anything special between Cal and I.
Luke was staring and Calum and I, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits. What's his problem? I am definitely not his property and I don't see why he would have a problem with Calum dancing with me.
"Mind if I steal Y/N away for a few minutes?" Luke says, interrupting whatever the hell we were talking about.
"Uh sure dude, she's all yours." Calum backs off, seeming rather nervous as he slinks back to Ashton.
"What was that?" Luke deadpans, standing motionless in the middle of the dance floor.
"What was what? Calum and I dancing?"
"Why was Calum grinding on you?" I honestly don't see why the fuck he cares. Most days he wouldn't even give me a second glance and now he decides to pay attention me?
"Why does it matter to you?"
"It doesn't"
"Oh please, don't give me that bullshit. You obviously care for some reason but if you're not going to tell me then just leave. I believe you have an army of girls who are waiting to see which one of them you're going to take home so why don't you go deal with that and leave me alone Hemmings."
"Maybe I don't want to take any of those girls home. Maybe I want to take you home."
"You piece of shi-wait what?" My jaw drops. Is he that wasted or did he hit his head or something, he can't be serious.
"Maybe I keep hooking up with random girls because I want to make you jealous. Maybe when I'm fucking these girls I'm thinking of you! Maybe I've wanted to fuck you for so long but you for some reason want nothing to do with me!"
"What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. You have been driving me crazy in that tiny black dress of yours and seeing you grind on Calum made me lose it! You are my problem." He brings his body closer to me, leaving virtually no space between our bodies. I could feel his hot breath against my face and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
"Maybe I have been imagining how pretty you would look underneath me since the day I met you?" He growls in my ear, his voice low and deep.
"I'm not in the mood to be a hook up. Talk to me when you're sober Hemmings."
I manage to pull my body away from his, my brain telling me to do one thing while the throbbing heat between my legs was telling me to fuck him in the nearest washroom.
"You okay, Y/N?" Ashton asks, taking in my flushed face.
"Can we leave?" My voice was barely above a squeak; Luke had made the air escape from my lungs.
"Sure, let me just go grab Luke." Ashton says. I was kinda hoping they would leave him here but I guess that isn't going to happen. He returns with Luke and Michael and the five of us make the trek towards Ashton's beaten up Toyota.
We walk in silence and just to my luck; Luke decides to sit beside me. The car ride was awkward. No one was talking and the car was hot and stuffy. Luke was basically oozing sexual tension, making me feel hot. Our knees were pressed against each other and I could feel his hand graze my thigh multiple times. I had to squeeze my thighs together several times to repress my urges.
I could tell from the look on the boys faces that they knew something was up; they kept sharing glances and Calum had a rather smug look on his face. I refused to admit that there was anything between Luke and me. He wasn't wrong when he said I wanted nothing to do with him.
If I thought the car ride was awkward the elevator ride was even worse. The sexual tension was rather evident and I'm pretty sure even the wailing baby could tell something was up. I took in a deep breath and try to block out everything. I will not give in to my sexual urges. Even though I wanted to stab Luke with a fork, I couldn't deny the fact that he was hot and sex with Luke would be even hotter. I may or may not have fantasied about him once or twice but it meant nothing.
The elevator finally reaches our floor and I practically race out of the doors, desperate to get away from Luke. I fumble with the room key and almost it drop it to the floor before finally getting my door open.
"Do you mind if Luke stays with you tonight Y/N? We spilled something on one of the beds and we only have one couch." Calum asks, popping into my room.
"Why can't one of you stay here instead?"
"Michael has his heart set on the couch and Ash and I want to stay together."
"Ugh fine. But I can't promise peace."
"Just try to be nice."
"Don't count on it."
Calum leaves and I could hear him whispering to Ashton about something. I decide to not wait for Luke to come before preparing for bed. I do my usual bedtime routine and change into my regular sleeping shirt. I normally sleep in a shirt and panties, but I guess if Luke is staying with me I can't just walk around in my underwear.
I exit the bathroom and pull out my suitcase, looking for a pair of shorts.
"I could get used to this." Luke smirks, leaning on the doorway as he eyes me up and down.
"You can stay like that babe, shorts are a waste." He tosses his bag carelessly on the floor and walks towards me.
"In your dreams Hemmings."
"Oh believe me; you will most definitely be in my dreams tonight." He winks.
"You're an ass."
"I like your ass." He says, gently cupping my bum with his large hands. I swat his hands away.
"How about you just go to your side of the room and don't talk to me? We can live peacefully in silence."
"Silly Y/N. You can't be silent when you're screaming my name."
"Who says I will be screaming your name?"
"If I get my fingers in you you'll be fucking moaning it baby."
"Even if you did get to fuck me, which you won't, what makes you think I'll be screaming your name?"
He simply smirks at me. "I'll take that as a challenge." building up all night; everyone could see it, I just refused to believe that there was actual sexual tension between Luke and I. Luke of all people. I for one hated him and luckily, the feeling is mutual. He thought he was some sort of God with his lip piercing and soft blond hair and angelic voice and that's not the point, he thought he was some hot shot when in reality, he isn't. I couldn't stand him.
***
The club was packed with people and the minute I stepped into the stuffy, sweaty club I wanted out. All the boys went their separate ways and as per usual, I was alone. I could spot Cal and Ash getting a drink, Mikey was chatting up some girl in a tight black dress and Luke was surrounded by 4 or 5 girls in dresses that left nothing to the imagination, typical Luke.
I scoff and turn towards the bar, determined to have some fun tonight. I am not going to let Luke or one of his multiple whores to ruin my night. If I have to be here I am going to make the most of it.
"Give me a shot." I say to the bartender and he nods, slamming a shot glass in front of me. The alcohol burns my throat and I shake off the sensation, signaling the bartender to pour me another shot. He refills the glass and I down it in a distant, already feeling slightly tipsy. I was a lightweight, a couple of shots or a drink or two and I would be drunk off my ass.
I grab a beer and hop off the tiny bar stool, looking around the crowded club. I find it funny how you can have the time of your life with complete strangers and then forget their name in less than two hours. The power of alcohol. People were grinding and laughing and giggling and having fun in general.
I manage to spot Luke in the crowd of sweaty people. He was grinding against some brunette in a tube top and mini skirt. Knowing him he would either fuck her and then forget about her or just forget about her right then and there and then move on to his next prey. I pity the girls that got involved with Luke Hemmings.
I spot Ash talking to Calum about who knows what and find myself making my way over to my favorite drummer and bassist.
"Having fun Y/N?" Ash asks, eyeing my beer.
"Eh. Too many people. I just want to leave to be honest."
"Why don't you dance with someone?"
"I don't want to dance with some random stranger who only wants to get in between my legs."
"That doesn't have to be the case." Ashton smirks, winking at Calum.
"You wanna dance, Y/N?"
"Why not, Cal. Let's go." I smile, leading Cal towards the dance floor.
He places his hands on my hips and positions me so that my ass is lightly touching his crotch. We sway along to the music and manage to have a conversation while we grind. It wasn't exactly boring but there wasn't that exciting spark I normally felt. Calum and I were friends which is probably why my hormones weren't flying all over the place, there wasn't anything special between Cal and I.
Luke was staring and Calum and I, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits. What's his problem? I am definitely not his property and I don't see why he would have a problem with Calum dancing with me.
"Mind if I steal Y/N away for a few minutes?" Luke says, interrupting whatever the hell we were talking about.
"Uh sure dude, she's all yours." Calum backs off, seeming rather nervous as he slinks back to Ashton.
"What was that?" Luke deadpans, standing motionless in the middle of the dance floor.
"What was what? Calum and I dancing?"
"Why was Calum grinding on you?" I honestly don't see why the fuck he cares. Most days he wouldn't even give me a second glance and now he decides to pay attention me?
"Why does it matter to you?"
"It doesn't"
"Oh please, don't give me that bullshit. You obviously care for some reason but if you're not going to tell me then just leave. I believe you have an army of girls who are waiting to see which one of them you're going to take home so why don't you go deal with that and leave me alone Hemmings."
"Maybe I don't want to take any of those girls home. Maybe I want to take you home."
"You piece of shi-wait what?" My jaw drops. Is he that wasted or did he hit his head or something, he can't be serious.
"Maybe I keep hooking up with random girls because I want to make you jealous. Maybe when I'm fucking these girls I'm thinking of you! Maybe I've wanted to fuck you for so long but you for some reason want nothing to do with me!"
"What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. You have been driving me crazy in that tiny black dress of yours and seeing you grind on Calum made me lose it! You are my problem." He brings his body closer to me, leaving virtually no space between our bodies. I could feel his hot breath against my face and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
"Maybe I have been imagining how pretty you would look underneath me since the day I met you?" He growls in my ear, his voice low and deep.
"I'm not in the mood to be a hook up. Talk to me when you're sober Hemmings."
I manage to pull my body away from his, my brain telling me to do one thing while the throbbing heat between my legs was telling me to fuck him in the nearest washroom.
"You okay, Y/N?" Ashton asks, taking in my flushed face.
"Can we leave?" My voice was barely above a squeak; Luke had made the air escape from my lungs.
"Sure, let me just go grab Luke." Ashton says. I was kinda hoping they would leave him here but I guess that isn't going to happen. He returns with Luke and Michael and the five of us make the trek towards Ashton's beaten up Toyota.
We walk in silence and just to my luck; Luke decides to sit beside me. The car ride was awkward. No one was talking and the car was hot and stuffy. Luke was basically oozing sexual tension, making me feel hot. Our knees were pressed against each other and I could feel his hand graze my thigh multiple times. I had to squeeze my thighs together several times to repress my urges.
I could tell from the look on the boys faces that they knew something was up; they kept sharing glances and Calum had a rather smug look on his face. I refused to admit that there was anything between Luke and me. He wasn't wrong when he said I wanted nothing to do with him.
If I thought the car ride was awkward the elevator ride was even worse. The sexual tension was rather evident and I'm pretty sure even the wailing baby could tell something was up. I took in a deep breath and try to block out everything. I will not give in to my sexual urges. Even though I wanted to stab Luke with a fork, I couldn't deny the fact that he was hot and sex with Luke would be even hotter. I may or may not have fantasied about him once or twice but it meant nothing.
The elevator finally reaches our floor and I practically race out of the doors, desperate to get away from Luke. I fumble with the room key and almost it drop it to the floor before finally getting my door open.
"Do you mind if Luke stays with you tonight Y/N? We spilled something on one of the beds and we only have one couch." Calum asks, popping into my room.
"Why can't one of you stay here instead?"
"Michael has his heart set on the couch and Ash and I want to stay together."
"Ugh fine. But I can't promise peace."
"Just try to be nice."
"Don't count on it."
Calum leaves and I could hear him whispering to Ashton about something. I decide to not wait for Luke to come before preparing for bed. I do my usual bedtime routine and change into my regular sleeping shirt. I normally sleep in a shirt and panties, but I guess if Luke is staying with me I can't just walk around in my underwear.
I exit the bathroom and pull out my suitcase, looking for a pair of shorts.
"I could get used to this." Luke smirks, leaning on the doorway as he eyes me up and down.
"You can stay like that babe, shorts are a waste." He tosses his bag carelessly on the floor and walks towards me.
"In your dreams Hemmings."
"Oh believe me; you will most definitely be in my dreams tonight." He winks.
"You're an ass."
"I like your ass." He says, gently cupping my bum with his large hands. I swat his hands away.
"How about you just go to your side of the room and don't talk to me? We can live peacefully in silence."
"Silly Y/N. You can't be silent when you're screaming my name."
"Who says I will be screaming your name?"
"If I get my fingers in you you'll be fucking moaning it baby."
"Even if you did get to fuck me, which you won't, what makes you think I'll be screaming your name?"
He simply smirks at me. "I'll take that as a challenge." sexual tension had The sexual tension had been building up all night; everyone could see it, I just refused to believe that there was actual sexual tension between Luke and I. Luke of all people. I for one hated him and luckily, the feeling is mutual. He thought he was some sort of God with his lip piercing and soft blond hair and angelic voice and that's not the point, he thought he was some hot shot when in reality, he isn't. I couldn't stand him.
***
The club was packed with people and the minute I stepped into the stuffy, sweaty club I wanted out. All the boys went their separate ways and as per usual, I was alone. I could spot Cal and Ash getting a drink, Mikey was chatting up some girl in a tight black dress and Luke was surrounded by 4 or 5 girls in dresses that left nothing to the imagination, typical Luke.
I scoff and turn towards the bar, determined to have some fun tonight. I am not going to let Luke or one of his multiple whores to ruin my night. If I have to be here I am going to make the most of it.
"Give me a shot." I say to the bartender and he nods, slamming a shot glass in front of me. The alcohol burns my throat and I shake off the sensation, signaling the bartender to pour me another shot. He refills the glass and I down it in a distant, already feeling slightly tipsy. I was a lightweight, a couple of shots or a drink or two and I would be drunk off my ass.
I grab a beer and hop off the tiny bar stool, looking around the crowded club. I find it funny how you can have the time of your life with complete strangers and then forget their name in less than two hours. The power of alcohol. People were grinding and laughing and giggling and having fun in general.
I manage to spot Luke in the crowd of sweaty people. He was grinding against some brunette in a tube top and mini skirt. Knowing him he would either fuck her and then forget about her or just forget about her right then and there and then move on to his next prey. I pity the girls that got involved with Luke Hemmings.
I spot Ash talking to Calum about who knows what and find myself making my way over to my favorite drummer and bassist.
"Having fun Y/N?" Ash asks, eyeing my beer.
"Eh. Too many people. I just want to leave to be honest."
"Why don't you dance with someone?"
"I don't want to dance with some random stranger who only wants to get in between my legs."
"That doesn't have to be the case." Ashton smirks, winking at Calum.
"You wanna dance, Y/N?"
"Why not, Cal. Let's go." I smile, leading Cal towards the dance floor.
He places his hands on my hips and positions me so that my ass is lightly touching his crotch. We sway along to the music and manage to have a conversation while we grind. It wasn't exactly boring but there wasn't that exciting spark I normally felt. Calum and I were friends which is probably why my hormones weren't flying all over the place, there wasn't anything special between Cal and I.
Luke was staring and Calum and I, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits. What's his problem? I am definitely not his property and I don't see why he would have a problem with Calum dancing with me.
"Mind if I steal Y/N away for a few minutes?" Luke says, interrupting whatever the hell we were talking about.
"Uh sure dude, she's all yours." Calum backs off, seeming rather nervous as he slinks back to Ashton.
"What was that?" Luke deadpans, standing motionless in the middle of the dance floor.
"What was what? Calum and I dancing?"
"Why was Calum grinding on you?" I honestly don't see why the fuck he cares. Most days he wouldn't even give me a second glance and now he decides to pay attention me?
"Why does it matter to you?"
"It doesn't"
"Oh please, don't give me that bullshit. You obviously care for some reason but if you're not going to tell me then just leave. I believe you have an army of girls who are waiting to see which one of them you're going to take home so why don't you go deal with that and leave me alone Hemmings."
"Maybe I don't want to take any of those girls home. Maybe I want to take you home."
"You piece of shi-wait what?" My jaw drops. Is he that wasted or did he hit his head or something, he can't be serious.
"Maybe I keep hooking up with random girls because I want to make you jealous. Maybe when I'm fucking these girls I'm thinking of you! Maybe I've wanted to fuck you for so long but you for some reason want nothing to do with me!"
"What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. You have been driving me crazy in that tiny black dress of yours and seeing you grind on Calum made me lose it! You are my problem." He brings his body closer to me, leaving virtually no space between our bodies. I could feel his hot breath against my face and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
"Maybe I have been imagining how pretty you would look underneath me since the day I met you?" He growls in my ear, his voice low and deep.
"I'm not in the mood to be a hook up. Talk to me when you're sober Hemmings."
I manage to pull my body away from his, my brain telling me to do one thing while the throbbing heat between my legs was telling me to fuck him in the nearest washroom.
"You okay, Y/N?" Ashton asks, taking in my flushed face.
"Can we leave?" My voice was barely above a squeak; Luke had made the air escape from my lungs.
"Sure, let me just go grab Luke." Ashton says. I was kinda hoping they would leave him here but I guess that isn't going to happen. He returns with Luke and Michael and the five of us make the trek towards Ashton's beaten up Toyota.
We walk in silence and just to my luck; Luke decides to sit beside me. The car ride was awkward. No one was talking and the car was hot and stuffy. Luke was basically oozing sexual tension, making me feel hot. Our knees were pressed against each other and I could feel his hand graze my thigh multiple times. I had to squeeze my thighs together several times to repress my urges.
I could tell from the look on the boys faces that they knew something was up; they kept sharing glances and Calum had a rather smug look on his face. I refused to admit that there was anything between Luke and me. He wasn't wrong when he said I wanted nothing to do with him.
If I thought the car ride was awkward the elevator ride was even worse. The sexual tension was rather evident and I'm pretty sure even the wailing baby could tell something was up. I took in a deep breath and try to block out everything. I will not give in to my sexual urges. Even though I wanted to stab Luke with a fork, I couldn't deny the fact that he was hot and sex with Luke would be even hotter. I may or may not have fantasied about him once or twice but it meant nothing.
The elevator finally reaches our floor and I practically race out of the doors, desperate to get away from Luke. I fumble with the room key and almost it drop it to the floor before finally getting my door open.
"Do you mind if Luke stays with you tonight Y/N? We spilled something on one of the beds and we only have one couch." Calum asks, popping into my room.
"Why can't one of you stay here instead?"
"Michael has his heart set on the couch and Ash and I want to stay together."
"Ugh fine. But I can't promise peace."
"Just try to be nice."
"Don't count on it."
Calum leaves and I could hear him whispering to Ashton about something. I decide to not wait for Luke to come before preparing for bed. I do my usual bedtime routine and change into my regular sleeping shirt. I normally sleep in a shirt and panties, but I guess if Luke is staying with me I can't just walk around in my underwear.
I exit the bathroom and pull out my suitcase, looking for a pair of shorts.
"I could get used to this." Luke smirks, leaning on the doorway as he eyes me up and down.
"You can stay like that babe, shorts are a waste." He tosses his bag carelessly on the floor and walks towards me.
"In your dreams Hemmings."
"Oh believe me; you will most definitely be in my dreams tonight." He winks.
"You're an ass."
"I like your ass." He says, gently cupping my bum with his large hands. I swat his hands away.
"How about you just go to your side of the room and don't talk to me? We can live peacefully in silence."
"Silly Y/N. You can't be silent when you're screaming my name."
"Who says I will be screaming your name?"
"If I get my fingers in you you'll be fucking moaning it baby."
"Even if you did get to fuck me, which you won't, what makes you think I'll be screaming your name?"
He simply smirks at me. "I'll take that as a challenge." building up all night; everyone could see it, I just refused to believe that there was actual sexual tension between Luke and I. Luke of all people. I for one hated him and luckily, the feeling is mutual. He thought he was some sort of God with his lip piercing and soft blond hair and angelic voice and that's not the point, he thought he was some hot shot when in reality, he isn't. I couldn't stand him.
***
The club was packed with people and the minute I stepped into the stuffy, sweaty club I wanted out. All the boys went their separate ways and as per usual, I was alone. I could spot Cal and Ash getting a drink, Mikey was chatting up some girl in a tight black dress and Luke was surrounded by 4 or 5 girls in dresses that left nothing to the imagination, typical Luke.
I scoff and turn towards the bar, determined to have some fun tonight. I am not going to let Luke or one of his multiple whores to ruin my night. If I have to be here I am going to make the most of it.
"Give me a shot." I say to the bartender and he nods, slamming a shot glass in front of me. The alcohol burns my throat and I shake off the sensation, signaling the bartender to pour me another shot. He refills the glass and I down it in a distant, already feeling slightly tipsy. I was a lightweight, a couple of shots or a drink or two and I would be drunk off my ass.
I grab a beer and hop off the tiny bar stool, looking around the crowded club. I find it funny how you can have the time of your life with complete strangers and then forget their name in less than two hours. The power of alcohol. People were grinding and laughing and giggling and having fun in general.
I manage to spot Luke in the crowd of sweaty people. He was grinding against some brunette in a tube top and mini skirt. Knowing him he would either fuck her and then forget about her or just forget about her right then and there and then move on to his next prey. I pity the girls that got involved with Luke Hemmings.
I spot Ash talking to Calum about who knows what and find myself making my way over to my favorite drummer and bassist.
"Having fun Y/N?" Ash asks, eyeing my beer.
"Eh. Too many people. I just want to leave to be honest."
"Why don't you dance with someone?"
"I don't want to dance with some random stranger who only wants to get in between my legs."
"That doesn't have to be the case." Ashton smirks, winking at Calum.
"You wanna dance, Y/N?"
"Why not, Cal. Let's go." I smile, leading Cal towards the dance floor.
He places his hands on my hips and positions me so that my ass is lightly touching his crotch. We sway along to the music and manage to have a conversation while we grind. It wasn't exactly boring but there wasn't that exciting spark I normally felt. Calum and I were friends which is probably why my hormones weren't flying all over the place, there wasn't anything special between Cal and I.
Luke was staring and Calum and I, his eyes narrowed into tiny slits. What's his problem? I am definitely not his property and I don't see why he would have a problem with Calum dancing with me.
"Mind if I steal Y/N away for a few minutes?" Luke says, interrupting whatever the hell we were talking about.
"Uh sure dude, she's all yours." Calum backs off, seeming rather nervous as he slinks back to Ashton.
"What was that?" Luke deadpans, standing motionless in the middle of the dance floor.
"What was what? Calum and I dancing?"
"Why was Calum grinding on you?" I honestly don't see why the fuck he cares. Most days he wouldn't even give me a second glance and now he decides to pay attention me?
"Why does it matter to you?"
"It doesn't"
"Oh please, don't give me that bullshit. You obviously care for some reason but if you're not going to tell me then just leave. I believe you have an army of girls who are waiting to see which one of them you're going to take home so why don't you go deal with that and leave me alone Hemmings."
"Maybe I don't want to take any of those girls home. Maybe I want to take you home."
"You piece of shi-wait what?" My jaw drops. Is he that wasted or did he hit his head or something, he can't be serious.
"Maybe I keep hooking up with random girls because I want to make you jealous. Maybe when I'm fucking these girls I'm thinking of you! Maybe I've wanted to fuck you for so long but you for some reason want nothing to do with me!"
"What is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. You have been driving me crazy in that tiny black dress of yours and seeing you grind on Calum made me lose it! You are my problem." He brings his body closer to me, leaving virtually no space between our bodies. I could feel his hot breath against my face and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating.
"Maybe I have been imagining how pretty you would look underneath me since the day I met you?" He growls in my ear, his voice low and deep.
"I'm not in the mood to be a hook up. Talk to me when you're sober Hemmings."
I manage to pull my body away from his, my brain telling me to do one thing while the throbbing heat between my legs was telling me to fuck him in the nearest washroom.
"You okay, Y/N?" Ashton asks, taking in my flushed face.
"Can we leave?" My voice was barely above a squeak; Luke had made the air escape from my lungs.
"Sure, let me just go grab Luke." Ashton says. I was kinda hoping they would leave him here but I guess that isn't going to happen. He returns with Luke and Michael and the five of us make the trek towards Ashton's beaten up Toyota.
We walk in silence and just to my luck; Luke decides to sit beside me. The car ride was awkward. No one was talking and the car was hot and stuffy. Luke was basically oozing sexual tension, making me feel hot. Our knees were pressed against each other and I could feel his hand graze my thigh multiple times. I had to squeeze my thighs together several times to repress my urges.
I could tell from the look on the boys faces that they knew something was up; they kept sharing glances and Calum had a rather smug look on his face. I refused to admit that there was anything between Luke and me. He wasn't wrong when he said I wanted nothing to do with him.
If I thought the car ride was awkward the elevator ride was even worse. The sexual tension was rather evident and I'm pretty sure even the wailing baby could tell something was up. I took in a deep breath and try to block out everything. I will not give in to my sexual urges. Even though I wanted to stab Luke with a fork, I couldn't deny the fact that he was hot and sex with Luke would be even hotter. I may or may not have fantasied about him once or twice but it meant nothing.
The elevator finally reaches our floor and I practically race out of the doors, desperate to get away from Luke. I fumble with the room key and almost it drop it to the floor before finally getting my door open.
"Do you mind if Luke stays with you tonight Y/N? We spilled something on one of the beds and we only have one couch." Calum asks, popping into my room.
"Why can't one of you stay here instead?"
"Michael has his heart set on the couch and Ash and I want to stay together."
"Ugh fine. But I can't promise peace."
"Just try to be nice."
"Don't count on it."
Calum leaves and I could hear him whispering to Ashton about something. I decide to not wait for Luke to come before preparing for bed. I do my usual bedtime routine and change into my regular sleeping shirt. I normally sleep in a shirt and panties, but I guess if Luke is staying with me I can't just walk around in my underwear.
I exit the bathroom and pull out my suitcase, looking for a pair of shorts.
"I could get used to this." Luke smirks, leaning on the doorway as he eyes me up and down.
"You can stay like that babe, shorts are a waste." He tosses his bag carelessly on the floor and walks towards me.
"In your dreams Hemmings."
"Oh believe me; you will most definitely be in my dreams tonight." He winks.
"You're an ass."
"I like your ass." He says, gently cupping my bum with his large hands. I swat his hands away.
"How about you just go to your side of the room and don't talk to me? We can live peacefully in silence."
"Silly Y/N. You can't be silent when you're screaming my name."
"Who says I will be screaming your name?"
"If I get my fingers in you you'll be fucking moaning it baby."
"Even if you did get to fuck me, which you won't, what makes you think I'll be screaming your name?"
He simply smirks at me. "I'll take that as a challenge."
