Kidnapped By 5sos || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 73

Marcy's P.O.V

Ugh, what happened ?

My head hurts so much.

I sit up and look around the room.

Where am I?

Panic rises.

Why aren't I wearing any clothes ?!

I see a shirt next to me.

I put it on.

What the heck ? It smells like Luke.

Is Luke even here ? He never told me he was coming.

Oh my god, did I cheat on him ? Thinking this guy was him?

I get up and step on someone.

"OW !" Someone yells, covering their face.

"Luke?!" I scream.

"Goodmorning." He smiles. "Happy late 8 months."

"What are you doing down there?" I ask chuckling, I lay on top of him.

Hugging him.

I missed him.

"Well." He wraps his arms around me. "Someone." He tightens his grip not letting me breathe.

"Hey !" I smack him.

"Someone didn't tell me they were going to go party. I was going to surprise them but their mom said she wasn't home." He says. "So I got the address of the party, to find her wasted while a guy was trying to pull her up to his room." 

"Wait, what? " I ask confused.

"This guy was pulling you up to his room when I found you."

I stare at him confused.

"Anyway. I got there before anything happened. Brought you back here. And you wouldn't change yourself so I blindfolded myself with socks while I undressed you."

Aww that's kinda sweet.

He respected me.

"And I gave you my shirt because I know you like it." 

Wow.  

Thoughtful.

"But I woke up with nothing on but underwear." I say.

"Yeah..." He drags.

"What?"

"I don't know what got in you, but you went on top of me, took your shirt off and tried kissing me."

"What? You're  lying !" I hide on the crook of his neck.

"I swear." He says rubbing my back. "You're boobs were like everywhere. And I didn't want to see them without your permission and you kept trying to do stuff so I rolled you up in a burrito." 

He laughs.

"Stop !" I bite his neck.

"Ow!" He moves me forcing to look at him.

"You better stop." Our noses touch.

"Love me." He says trying to mock me.

"I did not say that." I move closer to his lips.

"You did." He smirks moving his hands down to my waist.

I start kissing him and his hands grip tighter around me.

"Stop." He moves away. "You're still drunk."

He cracks up.

"You're mean." I pout.