You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

A Look In His Eye - Chapter Eighteen

Mia's POV.

"And we're here" Ashton announces as we pull up to a random hotel in Newcastle. I don't know why but I was expecting Newcastle to look different, yet it looked just like Birmingham, just with different buildings around. We had decided before we left Birmingham that we would stay in a hotel not too far away from the night clubs so that we didn't have to pay for a taxi, but not to close that we would hear everything when we were trying to sleep.

"Finally" I breathed out. It was the first time I had spoken in nearly two hours. After Luke had said what he said, there was a coat of discomfort that came over the two of us. Luke seemed confused as to why he said it and kind of embarrassed that he had just admitted that he thought I was beautiful. I felt as confused as Luke did because I was unsure of what to feel.

On some level I was sort of happy that he thought I was beautiful, it gave me a funny, warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. Mostly, however, I felt angry because he is always insulting me and calling me ugly, yet he just admitted that he thinks I'm beautiful, which means he is either lying about me being ugly or lying about me being beautiful. I pray to god it's not the latter.

"Let's get our party on" Whitney squealed, climbing out the car. Everyone laughed at her enthusiasm, copying her actions.

We got all of our bags out the back and headed to the reception, all while Whitney babbled on and on about how much fun tonight was going to be. I just hope she's right.

We got out key cards and made our way to our room on the tenth floor. There was clear tension in the elevator on our way up, caused by me and Luke. Although no one knew what had happened between Luke and I, they knew there was something going on.

When we arrived at our room, Ashton announced straight away that he was going to have a nap before we went out tonight as he had been driving for a while. Michael and Calum went straight to the TV and turned on some old re-runs of The Simpsons, while Luke headed straight for the balcony (probably for a cigarette). Whitney was too busy sorting through her clothes for tonight to see me slipping off into the bathroom to have a shower ready for tonight.

Whilst everyone was doing their own thing I might as well start getting ready and have a shower instead of having us all fighting over who is going to have one next because we're running late.

Last time I had a shower with these guys in the next room, I was walked in on. There was no way that I was going to let that happen again so as I closed the door, I made sure to lock it straight away before stripping out of my clothes and turning on the shower.

As I waited for the water to warm up, I placed my entire make up on the counter top ready for when I get out. I will probably be ready by the time the lads have even finished watching their first episode.

I stepped into the shower, once it was hot enough, and let the water run down my body. I always think that when you are in the shower, it is a great time to think about things and the first thing that popped into my head was Luke. It seems that nowadays the only thing that is constantly on my mind was Luke.

I need to stop thinking about him before I get too far in and end up falling for him. Falling for him wouldn't be so bad if I knew that he felt the same way, but I know he never would. We are complete opposites. I do want to be his friend though, so maybe I could start with that and see what happened. Although it seems that Luke is incapable of being nice to me for more than twenty-four hours.

I am determined not to let him ruin my night tonight. Nothing he can say will hurt me. I have my best friends with me and I know that they would never allow me to feel upset over Luke or let Luke get away with being horrible to me. As of this point, I am immune to Luke's harsh words.