Pure - Chapter Fifteen

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Mia's POV.

I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life.

After getting dry and dressed, I stood in the bathroom for a bit longer, trying to work up the courage to face the guys again, well, mainly Luke. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and walked to my bed, avoiding everyone's eye. As I got to my bed I realised that I must be sharing the bed with Whitney and Michael tonight because they had both already wrapped themselves in the bed, leaving a gap in the middle, which I guess is for me.

I silently crawled into the middle of them both and snuggled into the duvet. With the bed being only a double and there was three of us, it meant we had to be pretty close to each other, leaving no room between us. Michael turned us both around so he was spooning me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. It was silent for a few minutes until the sound of a door closing was heard, which was probably one of the lads coming in from having a cigarette on the balcony.

"Um, Michael? You need to swap with me." I heard Luke say. I felt Michael lift his head and turn to face Luke.

"And why would that be, Luke?" I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. There was a slight pause. I could already imagine Luke biting his lip, trying to think of a reason why, that didn't make him sound like he just wanted to be next to me.

I'm so confused about Luke. A few hours ago he was saying how disgusting I was and how he would never come near me with his dick, then an hour later he was getting hard looking at my naked body. He must have some sort of attraction towards me for that to happen, right? Then again, maybe teenage boys always get hard when they see a naked girl, regardless of if they think they are hot or not. He has never actually taken the time and effort to talk to me, which makes me think that he doesn't really want to talk to me. But if Michael said he liked me, that makes me think he does; Michael would never lie to me.

"I can't sleep with Ash and Calum. Ashton snores too much and Calum is a wriggler" he said and if I didn't know any better I would believe him. "I'm a lighter sleeper than you; you'll just sleep through it."

"Okay." Wait, what?! He kissed my cheek, "Don't worry" he whispered, getting up from the bed. I felt the bed dip down gain, letting me know that Luke has just got onto the bed. My back was still facing him so I could feel his skin against my back, which was barely covered by the tank top I was wearing. I'm guessing that Luke isn't wearing a top, because it feels like he has his back to me, that's what I can feel against my back.

I had never felt so awkward in my life. I thought Luke hated me, so why does he want to sleep next to me? Maybe what he said about Calum and Ashton was true and he doesn't really want to sleep next to me, but it's easier than sleeping next to the boys.

Feeling his warm skin against mine made my heart beat speed up a bit and my skin to become very hot. I hope he doesn't sense that he is the reason my body is burning right now. I tried to scoot away from him a bit so our skin wasn't touching, but Whitney whined about it and told me to move over a bit, causing Luke to quietly chuckle. I think he knew that I was trying to get away from him; things just got even more awkward.

I lay as still as I could, afraid that if I moved, that I would rub up against Luke and I don't know what that would do to me. I knew that Whitney was asleep next to me due to her heavy breathing and the way her eyes slightly flickered, like she was dreaming. I turned onto the opposite side of my body, lifting my head to see if the boys were asleep yet. Michael was on the side closest to our bed, he had one leg hanging off the bed and one arm resting atop his head; he's asleep. Calum was in the middle, being the smallest of them both, and just like Luke said, he was wriggling around in his sleep, occasionally hitting one of the other boys. Ashton was the furthest away from us; he was curled up in a ball, letting out little snores that were not as bad as what Luke made them out to be.

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