heavy dirty soul| muke

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dix-sept
(Luke's outfit top/side)

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Luke loved attention, especially when it's going to be the talk of social medias. He was currently walking out of the airport, not to mention being seen with Michael Clifford. Claudia knew what's going, and she's not gonna allow Luke to do whatever he wants.

Since everything he does causes trouble.

After some time of seduction between Michael and Luke, the green eyed boy absentmindedly offered to give the blonde and Claudia a drive to their prospective hotelー which coincidentally happened to be the same as the one the band was staying at.

As the group arrived to the hotel, they planned out the rooming arrangementsー Calum and Ashton, Luke and Claudia, Michael decided to have his own room just in case.

Luke had been rocking the smug smirk on his lips for the past 24 hours, and honestly it has been pissing Claudia a lot. The blonde was packing his bags, whereas she stood there with a hand on her hip tapping her sandal clad foot.

"What's up?"

"Don't 'what's up' me, I know what you're trying to do." She huffed, unzipping her bags.

"C'mon, C! Have some fun while it lasts." Luke said, hanging his clothes in the closet.

Claudia rolled her eyes, mimicking the blonde's actions, mentally groaning at herself.

"You'll regret this, trust me."

"When that happens, I'll own up to it."

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Michael tossed and turned in his bed, his eyes flittering open and screwing shut. The sound of the knocks on his door made him groan, not to mention how his phone kept buzzing a lot.

He reached a hand out to grab his phone, only to check the time, but gets welcomed with 3 missed calls from Luke.

"For fuck's sake!" Michael cussed, sitting up and pushing the sheets off his naked body. He threw on a pair of black boxers, and headed towards the door to make the annoying brat shut up.

Michael pulled open the front door, revealing the short blonde in an oversized flannel and a tumblr shirt that says 'I put the hot in psychotic'. A smirk tugged at the corner of Luke's plump lips, as he eyed the faux blonde in front of him.

"For the love of baby Jesus- it's 9 am, Luke." Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Luke smiled tenderly, giving Michael a shrug before walking past him into the hotel room. The blue eyed boy sat down on the messy bed, his eyes glued to the green ones staring back at him.

"Why are you all dressed up anyway?"

"Aren't you gonna take me on a date?" Luke smiled innocently, batting his eyelashes.

"What?"

"What."

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This probably sucked, and didn't make sense half of the time.. Butt it's all good. Iggy, what's good? (Luke is Arzaylea 2.0)