Fantasy Boy (A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

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Let me start off by saying that I fucking suck and so do this book. Sorry that I haven't update in a looooooooooong time but I'll try to do better.
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-Taylor POV-
The hotel came into view. "Is this the part we go to your room and you know..." I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "No unless you really want..." "You're disgusting." I pushed him into the opening elevator and got in too. "What?" You the one who thought about it." He wrapped his arms around me. "But you know you love me." And there was no denying the love I have for this blue-eyed boy. He is everything I want. Everything I need. The elevator came to a stop. We got off and walked down to the end of the hallway. "Luke what are you trying to show me because we already seen everything in London." He gave me a smile that made my heart skip a beat. "You'll see." The door creaked open.

The sun shone through my window and into my eyes. "Ugh." I groaned. I smashed my face into my pillow. My head was killing me and getting out of bed is not a option right now.

"Taylor?" Mark said on the other side of the door. "Can I come in?" Ever since Mark moved in he been kissing my ass to please my mom. I get that he never had a kid before, but he can be a little annoying sometimes. "I'm coming in." I groaned in response. My body dip down when he sat on the bed. "Your look...terrible. I mean straight awful."

"Thank you for making me feel so much better." I said in a sarcastic tone. I sat up in my bed. He handed me the Aleve and the juice that he brought. "Thanks."

"No problem." We just there awkwardly. He walked over to my door. "So... um... I made breakfast if you want it." And then he left.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I took one glimpse of myself in the mirror and let's just say there is a reason Luke calls me Medusa. I put my hair up into a ponytail, brushed my teeth and washed all of the smeared makeup off my face. I sheepishly walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Right on the table, was a plate with sausages, eggs, pancakes, and hash browns. I grabbed a fork and the plate and went to the living room where I instantly went to Netflix and started season 1 of Jane the Virgin.