Fantasy Boy (A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

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-Taylor POV-
"Tonight was just..." I couldn't find a word to describe it. "Amazing." Luke gave me a smile. "Anything with you is amazing." Of course I ended up blushing. We reached the first of my hotel door. "Too bad it's coming to an end." I said reluctantly pulling out my room key. "It don't have to be..." I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

I woke up with a weird craving for a strawberry banana smoothie. I got up and changed into my black Nike sweatpants and a white tee. I found my black Nike hat and shoes to match. i looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. "Not bad Taylor. Not bad at all."

I walked downstairs. Both my mom and Mark was gone which didn't bother me. They probably think I was crazy after what happened last night. I wouldn't put it pass my mom to already have my paperwork done to go to a mental hospital. I grabbed my stuff and headed to my car. I sent Luke a quick text.

To: Lucifer 😈💕
On my way to the Studio. Grabbing smoothies. Want one?

From: Lucifer 😈💕
Of course all 7 of us want one. All strawberry banana 🍓🍌

I rolled my eyes. I should have known offering Luke a smoothie meant buying everybody a smoothie. I jammed out to Panic! at the Disco 'This is gospel' until I pulled into the Smoothie place parking lot. There was a long line which kinda pissed me off. I really wanted that smoothie. To pass time I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Twitter. There was a bunch of girls tweeting to the guys about how much they love them and their music and how cute they were. I heard a group of girls behind to me. "Did you hear?" One of the girls asked.

"No what?" A second girl ask.

"One direction is in Australia!" The first girl yelled.

"Oh my god!" A third girl screeched rolled my eyes. Typically pre-teens. Believing they are going to meet the one and only One Direction. In their wildest dreams they are. After waiting for what seem like eternity, I finally got the smoothies and headed back to my car. Just when I thought I was out of danger hands, somebody ran into me causing the smoothie to go all over my shirt.

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed trying to wipe smoothie off of me. "My shirt!" My perfectly white shirt was now pink. "My mom is going to fucking kill me."

"I'm so sorry." I just shook it off. Not daring to see who it was, I walked to my trunk and opened it. "I'm so sorry." He repeated. I grabbed my plain black tee out. I took off the white one and put the black one on. I'm always prepare for an emergency.

I turned to the guy who ruined my shirt. His eyes were focused on my breast. "Excuse me? My eyes are up here."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry." His blazing green eyes looked up at me.

"I don't believe it. You're..." He cupped his hand over my mouth.

"Please don't scream it. I only came to get a smoothie and this was the first place that popped up on my GPS." I tried to say something but with his hand covering my mouth it sounded like gibberish. "Okay when I move my hand promise you want scream it out."

"I promise." I said but it sounded more like "I farted." He tried to hold his laugh. "Its not funny." Instead of sounding like that it came out, "Its not funky." This time he couldn't hold it in. I rolled my eyes.