5SOS Preferences

You Act Like You Hate Each Other - Luke Hemmings

With a hard expression set on your delicate features and clenched fists, you push past Luke to get to Ashton - your best friend, not his.
Ashton gives you a disapproving look, but you can see the usual hint of amusement in his eyes - he found your disliking of Luke hilarious.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, Luke butts in. "Uh, excuse me would have been nice."
You frown at Ashton and turn to the tall blonde boy. "I don't waste my manners on those who don't deserve it."
Ashton sniggers involuntarily, but claps his hand over his mouth and gives Luke an apologetic glance.
"Don't pretend you even have manners." He quips, his blue eyes stony.
"Oh you mean like the way you pretend you're not a complete and utter asshole?"
Luke scowls, unable to generate an insult quick enough.

Turning back to Ashton, you smirk in achievement. He shakes his head at you but he can't mask the laughter in his eyes or repress the grin on his lips.
"What made you two like this?" He wonders, glancing between you and Luke. You shrug. It had been years since the two of you started bickering - there was no way you could remember that far back.
"Basically because [Y/N]'s a bitch," Luke cuts in.
"Could you stop listening in to our conversation please? How rude are you?" You snap, glaring at him.
"I don't waste my manners on little whores like you."
You're almost taken aback by the dig - normally neither of you went too far and the insults never felt too real - they were just on the surface. But that comment hurt more than one of his jabs usually did.
From the look on Ashton's face, he was thinking the same thing.
"Hey man, that was a bit much," he says, frowning.
"I hear words hurt the most when they're true."  Luke says uncaringly before going back to talking to some skank.

Ashton's hazel eyes fall on you. "Are you alright?" He asks, concern filling his face.
"Course I am. We're always like this." You say, but your voice falters. Ash sighs and pulls you into him.
"Come on. Let's get drunk."

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You had been watching Luke all night - almost unwillingly. There was something about him that kept you transfixed - you were unable to focus your attention anywhere else.
You grimace, noticing how he's talking to another girl. This must be the tenth one he had flirted with all night - and he had the audacity to call you a whore.

"You realise you're staring, right?" Michael, one of your close friends, asks you with a cheeky grin.
Rolling your eyes, you pull your gaze away from Luke and his newest skank.
"Shut up Michael." You hiccup.
He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. "Somebody's a bit drunk."
"Ashton said it would h-help."
And it had, for a while. And then you had started to notice Luke going between girls, and it had made you want to scream.
You glance at Luke again, and scowl at how close he was to the skank.
"I thought you hated him?" Michael says, his eyes following yours.
"I do."
"So why are you scowling?"
"I'm not." You make a point of smiling sweetly at him.
Michael sighs when you accidentally let your attention drift back to Luke.
"[Y/N], you like him," he states after a while, grabbing your attention.
"What? N-no. No way!"
"There's a thin line between love and hate you know."
"Yeah. And I hate him."
Michael chuckles at your response. "I don't think you do. And I don't think he hates you as much as he says he does either. Here, watch this."
Before you have a second to think, Michael is pulling you close to him, the proximity between your bodies instantly reduced.
"W-what are you doing?" You stumble, the alcohol preventing you from speaking steadily.
"Give it ten seconds. Act like I said something funny."
You decide not to question him and giggle. Michael pulls you in a bit closer, so you can feel his breath on your lips when he speaks.
"What now?" You mumble.
"Five seconds."
"I didn't know you two were into each other." Luke says, and you pull your eyes from Michaels to meet his.
"I was wrong. It only took two." Michael smirks, releasing your waist and chuckling to himself as he wanders off.
"I didn't know you were so popular with girls. Considering how much of a dick you are, I'd have thought they'd all steer clear of you." You say, attempting to keep your voice steady.
He sighs. "Can we just not, for five minutes?"
You shrug and awkwardly nod at him, not having a clue what to say now.
After a minute of awkward silence he sighs frustratedly. "Come on. We need to talk."
You gulp and follow him. He leads you upstairs, but all the rooms are full of people making out.
"In here," he decides, pulling you into a tiny closet filled with coats and old teddies.
It's pretty cramped in the little room, so you're quite close to each other. Luke closes the door, blocking out all the light.
Your eyes adjust to the darkness, but you can only just see Luke's features.

"What did you want to talk about?" You ask. You found yourself wishing that you were a little more sober - your legs were suddenly feeling too unsteady and weak to keep you upright.
You know he's looking at you, even though you can't really see his eyes
"I- um-" he stumbles on his words and falls back into silence. It's the first time he doesn't  sound totally self assured.
"You seem nervous," you state. He's shuffling on his feet and he's fiddling with his hands. He's practically the poster boy for nervousness.
"Uh- yeah," he chuckles.
Then you fall back into silence, until you hiccup loudly a few minutes later.
You blush and he laughs, and finally the awkwardness drops. He lets his hands fall to his sides and takes a breath.
"I think I like you, [Y/N]." Luke blurts. You know that he's blushing without being able to see him properly.
"Like me?"
"Uh- yeah. Like."

His words are unexpected, but they make your heart skip a beat.

Your mind runs into overdrive, but you know exactly what to do.

You kiss him, earning an immediate reaction. He takes a step closer to you, pushing you back against the wall. His body presses firmly against yours, and you can't deny how good it feels. His tongue explores your mouth while his hands explore your body. You fall apart under his touch, your legs feeling even weaker than they had previously.
His lips attach to your neck and you release a small moan, which seems to spur him on. You can feel his bulge growing against your body, which makes you even hornier for him.
"L-Luke," you breathe, unable to handle everything he's making you feel. He makes a noise in the back of his throat and kisses you harder. Oh god.

The door swings open, revealing your's and Luke's compromising scene.
Luke pulls away from you and you squeeze your eyes closed to shield them from the harsh light.
"Michael was right! You guys don't hate each other! There's a thin line between-"
"Get lost Ashton!" You whine, squinting at the curly haired boy. He laughs loudly and shakes his head. "No way. I'm not leaving you two to have sex in my cupboard."
"Then chuck someone out of one of the bedrooms and we'll do it there." Luke retorts.
"There's people having sex in my room? For gods sake." Ashton wails, leaving you to throw some people out of his bed.

Luke's eyes meet yours. It's obvious how much he wants it, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want it too.

"My house is free tonight," you tell him, desperately hoping that he gets the hint.
He smirks.
"Let's go."

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{{a/n: birthday update! I'm off to slfl in Manchester tonight for my 18th guys😍 anyways I hope you all enjoy this! have a lovely day!}}