You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

Special - Chapter Twenty-One

Mia's POV.

You know that feeling you get when you know you shouldn't do something, but it just feels so natural that you do it anyway?

I've got that feeling.

When I was woken up to the sound of my phone, the first thing I noticed was the fact that there was a tattooed arm wrapped around my waist, stopping me from moving. I wasn't drunk when I had sex with Luke, so I knew what I was doing. Yes, it felt amazing and yes, there was not one bit of regret in me, but I know I still shouldn't have done it.

This could go one of two ways. Either, Luke and I get closer and actually work out our relationship properly, or Luke will regret it and it will make it awkward for us all and Luke will, once again, be a dick to me. Even though I don't want a relationship with Luke (yet), I don't want to go back to square one with him either. Just being friends with him would be enough for me.

I reached over the side of the bed to grab my bag, trying not to disturb Luke in the process, and fished my phone out of it. I mentally groaned when I saw it was half three in the morning and it was Whitney that was calling. She was probably wondering where I am. There was no way I was telling her I went home with Luke, especially when she is drunk.

"Hello" I rasped out, my throat felt like I hadn't talked in hours.

"Where the fuck are you?" Whitney screamed through the phone, making me wince and pull it away from my ear slightly.

"I wasn't feeling well so I came back to the hotel" I lied. I think that sounds pretty believable.

"Aww, my poor baby" she cooed. "We're on our way baack now anyway so I can look after you. We've just gotta find Luke" she slurred.

My breathe hitched at her words, "um, okay. I'll see you guys later" I hung up as fast as I could. What were the guys going to say when they can't find Luke? What are they going to say when they see me and Luke in bed together?

I slowly tried to untangle my body from Luke's arms without disturbing him. However, this failed when he pulled me closer to his chest and tightened his grip around me. In any other circumstance I would find this adorable, but right now, I was a little bit annoyed and a little bit panicked.

"Luke" I whispered, nudging his arm with my elbow. No movement. "Luke" I said a bit louder, but this time I kicked his shin slightly with the heel of my foot, making him jump a little.

"Hmm" he hummed, still clinging to me like a koala bear.

"I need you to let me go. The guys are coming back and they can't see us like this." I kind of felt bad for saying this, but it was something that Luke and I needed to discuss before our friends got involved.

"Okay, goodnight" he kissed the back of my neck and unwrapped his arms from around me, rolling over to face the other way.

I got out of the bed and tried to collect all of my clothes and my bag. Before I left I took one more glance at a sleeping Luke. He didn't look like he usually does, stressed and angry; he looked at peace, like he didn't have a care in the world. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small puffs of air and every now and then his eyes would twitch, like he was dreaming. The sight made me smile fondly.

The bed sheets had fallen to just above his bum, revealing his tattooed back. He had a giant eagle going across his shoulder blades, covering most of his back. The claw of the vulture was holding something, but it was so small that I couldn't work it out. It looked like some kind of flower or branch. It seemed like it had a meaning, I don't know why, but it did and I kind of wanted to know what it meant.