disconnected / l.r.h

17❤️

Adrianna's Pov:

Finally, I've been getting my shit together. My classes are easy this term, Cara and I scored a modeling job at my mothers work and we couldn't be more excited. It's just Luke is on tour and even though he tells me not to worry, I am, he is with that girl Arzaylea, again.

This publicity just gives me a bad vibe. Although I've been texting Ashton's girlfriend Bryanna. She usually is with them all and says she will make sure nothing happens.

Until then, Cara and I are off to some fitting in the LAX area.

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Tonight has been fun. We've gone to a club, had some drinks and are now dancing our asses off. Although, I can't call the moves Calum makes dancing. Anyway, we're having fun. I'm entertaining myself and others on the dance floor. There are a couple of people surrounding me, mostly guys.

I'm dancing to Jason Derulo when I feel someone dancing on me from behind. Not thinking sober, I'm thinking it's Luke. So I start grinding on the figure behind me. As my dancing stays the same, the person behind me is getting frisky.

"Enjoying the dance, Adrianna?" an angry voice says.

When I look at the direction of the voice, I see a very pissed off Luke. If he's standing there, who's behind me? With a lump in my throat I turn around. I see a complete stranger making a perverted face at me. I start to back up, but I bump into someone. Luke.

"The chick is already dancing with someone else," the stranger tells Luke.

"Fuck off," he says.

Out of nowhere our John Doe pushes Luke back into the crowd. Being a head bigger, Luke doesn't move an inch. More pissed off now, he grabs the guy by the collar. He pulls him close and starts whispering in his ear. It's something along the lines of 'get lost' 'cause the guy walks away. Then, Luke turns to me.

"We're going home," he tells me.

I don't want to angry him further, so I let him take my hand and lead me away from the club. Once outside we get in the car and make our way home. For a while, it's absolute silent in the car. I feel so stupid about what happened. I want him to know it was all a mistake.

"Luke, what happened was a mistake. I thought it was you dancing with me," I say.

"I don't care," he says, "You and I aren't finished yet."

And with that we were done talking. He kept his gaze on the road. And his hands on the steering wheel and shifting gear. Even his body showed how mad he was. Jaw clenched, hands with such grip the knuckles turn white, back straight as hell. We stay like this for the rest of the ride.

We pull up in the drive way. Luke steps out and walks to the door. While normally he opens the door for me. I step out aswell and follow him to the door. We still don't say anything when the door closes. I begin walking upstairs when my arm is being pulled and I'm pushed against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Showing you to who you belong to," he says.

He attacks my lips with his own. With one hand he pins my hands above my head. He tugs on my bottom lip. His other hand goes underneath my top. No sliding, just full on feeling up and groping. There's so much dominance in him right now. And damn, does it turn me on. Suddenly he stops everything and drags me up the stairs.