Just Watching// l.h.

Chapter 11

Aleigha P.O.V
Aleigha above without glasses and with her outfit

I woke up to a weight underneath me and light snores coming from it. I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight I saw. Luke Hemmings. The most beautiful human ever made in existence. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung slightly open. His hair cascaded over his eyes. I moved my fingers slightly over it to move it away. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I had no way to get up without waking him. I heard the door creak open.

"Oh, hey, you're awake," Mariah whispers, coming in. At least she had respect to whisper. "Why aren't you out in the kitchen?"

"I'm kind of stuck," I whisper. She raises her eyebrow. "He has his arms around me and I don't want to wake him."

"Oh," she says. "Luke's quite the cuddler." I nod. "If you won't wake him... I will." I sigh.

"Do we have to," I ask. "He looks so peaceful." She rolls her eyes.

"Do you want to eat or starve," she crosses her arms. I could see why Michael liked her. She was cocky yet sweet. I nod, hesitating. "Okay." She walks over to Luke and starts to smirk. Oh no. "LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS! GET UP! RING RING! ALARM CLOCK!" He jumped up, throwing me off the bed.

"Ow," I say. He crawls off the bed and grabs my hands, helping me up.

"I'm so sorry, babe," he says, his morning voice showing. I blush at it. "Are you okay?" He puts his hands to my cheeks. I nod and he kisses me, quickly. He turns to Mariah. "What the heck, Mariah!?!" I grab my glasses quickly.

"Hey, you're girlfriend was hungry and didn't want to wake you," she puts her hands up in defense. "So I did instead." Luke sighs.

"What time is it, anyways," he asks.

"Half past eleven," I answer, looking at the clock in the corner.

"Well there goes breakfast," Luke says. "You still owe me that date. Lunch?"

"Sure," I smile. "Let me get ready first." He nods and leaves the room, probably going to his own room. I turn to Mariah, quickly.

"I have nothing to wear," I exclaim.

"Calm down," she says. "I got you covered." She grabs my hand and drags me to her room. It was full of band posters, probably from both her and Michael. We went to her closet and it was full of everything fashionably possible. She handed me a black tank top, a blue Jean jacket, white skinny jeans, and some combat boots. I raise my eyebrow. "Luke likes casual," she shrugs. "Plus the jacket will help with all the marks he gave you."

"How do you know that," I ask, referring to the casual comment. She clears her throat, swiftly.

"Not important," she says. "Now go get changed." She pushes me away, towards the bathroom. She was hiding something but I didn't push it. I went into the bathroom and began to change. It was all very casual and they fit me very well. I especially liked the combat boots. I took the hair tie from my wrist and put it in my hair. I walked out to find Mariah sitting on the bed, waiting for me. She looked up.

"Nice," she bit her lip. "Can you see without your glasses?"

"Yeah," I nod. "They just improve my eyesight a bit." She reaches for them and tugs them off. I blink a bit, adjusting without them.

"You good?" She made sure I was okay.

"Yup," I smile.

"You should put your hair down," she nods. I tug my hair tie out and my hair falls down. "Fluff it while I go get something." I run my hand through my hair a few times. Mariah comes back with a mascara stick in her hand.

"Oh, no," I shake my head. "I don't do make up."

"Chill," she says. "It's just mascara." I sigh, nodding. She reaches for me and tells me to look up. I do, trying not to blink. Five minutes of her yelling at me later, I finally had it on. She smirks. "Go look." I walk over to the mirror and gasp at my reflection. I actually looked nice.

"Hey, love," Luke barges in. "I wanted to see if-" He stops when he sees me. His eyes widen as he trails his eyes from my face to my feet. "Wow." I blush. He keeps looking at me, checking me out.

"Earth to Luke," Mariah says. He snaps out of it and looks me in the eyes.

"Sorry," he says. "Um... Can you- I mean, are you ready to go?" I laugh at his nervousness.

"Yes," I smile. He clears his throat and reaches for my hand. When I grab it and he leads me out the bedroom, I turn back quickly and mouth a thank you to Mariah. She nods at me. Luke leads me out to the kitchen, grabbing his keys.

"Wait," we hear Michael and turn. "Is that Aleigha?" I blush a bit.

"Yeah," I wave, shyly with my other hand.

"Dang," he says. "You turn out well."

"Thank you," I squeak out. He nods and Luke drags me away. Calum and Ashton walk in just as we're walking out.

"Aleigha," Ashton questions.

"Wow," Calum says. "You look-"

"Yeah we get it, she's hot," Luke snaps, jealousy in his voice. He drags me outside.

"I WAS GONNA SAY PRETTY," Calum yells after us.

"Thanks, Cal," I call to him. Luke opens the door for me and I thank him, sitting down. He runs to the other side and sits in the driver's seat. He takes me by surprise by kissing me. I gasp, but he pulls away. I frown.

"I don't know if I'm going to like all the attention you're getting," he says. "Unless it's from me." He winks as he begins to drive, pulling away from the house and driving away.