You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

I Trust Them - Chapter Sixteen

Mia's POV.

I could feel the heat from the sun beating against my face making my eyes flutter open, exposing them to the sunlight filtering through the window and illuminating the room. I have never been a morning person and the added light to the room was only furthering my hatred. My eyes burnt slightly causing me to close them again for a couple of seconds.

There was a slight pressure on my waist and a certain heat radiating against my back, alerting me to the fact that someone had their arm around me. It was not uncommon for Whitney to spoon me whilst we were asleep, so the likelihood of it being her was pretty high. Although my mind was hoping it was Whitney, my heart was telling me it was someone else. I glanced down at the arm that was around me and sure enough, I was greeted with the sight of a tattooed arm.

I instantly got a weird feeling in my stomach. It wasn't like butterflies, it was more of a nervous feeling, like the one you get when you did something wrong and you're scared that you're going to get shouted at. I don't know why it gave me this feeling, maybe I was scared that Luke was going to wake up and yell at me, even though it's him that is cuddling me. I know that Luke apologised again last night so you would think that he was going to stop being such an ass, but last time he said sorry, he finished the day by saying he would never come near me with his dick so I don't think I fully trust him just yet.

Instead of enduring this awkward cuddle thing we have going on, I decided that I would get out of bed and wake everyone up so we can continue the journey to Newcastle. However, as I was trying to pull myself out of Luke's grip, he tucked his arm under my body a little more, pulling me closer to his chest, making it impossible for me to escape. He slipped his leg in between both of mine and placed his face in the crook of my neck, leaving hot, heavy breaths against my neck.

Deciding that Luke wasn't going to let me go anytime soon, I let my eyes flutter closed again and felt myself drifting off into a peaceful sleep listening to Luke's heartbeat beating against my back.

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"My god, that's so cute."

I could hear someone whispering, waking me up from my sleep for the second time. I could still feel the sun's rays beating against my face and the weight of Luke's arm around my waist. It took me a few minutes of listening to them whispering for me to realise that they must have been taking about Luke and I's current position. It became especially obvious when I heard Ashton say 'Luke looks like he never wants to let her go', which once again gave me a funny feeling inside, but this time it was butterflies.

I slowly lifted my head up off of the pillow, still not being able to move my body due to Luke's grip, and looked over to where I heard the voices coming from. I saw Michael, Ashton, Calum and Whitney standing at the end of the bed with giant grins of their faces. They gave off an excited aura, mimicking excited puppies.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" I questioned; my voice groggy from having just woken up.

"Nothing" Michael dragged out the vowels in the word, making it evident that they were, in fact, up to something.

I felt Luke move behind me, letting me know that he was waking up. I wonder how he is going to react to us cuddling. Well, him cuddling me, I didn't really have much say in the matter. It's not like it means anything, Michael and I do it all the time and we both know it doesn't mean anything, so what makes Luke and I doing it any different?

I heard Luke let out a grunt behind me, "What the-" he didn't finish his sentence because before I knew it, he was jumping out of the bed, making sure to give me a little push on his way out. "What the fuck?" he finally shrieked, a little too high pitched if you ask me.