Luke
The alarm rings far too loud for this hour of the morning. You groan as you force your eyes open, and lean over to reach for the off button. You hit it so hard you nearly knock the clock to the floor, almost wishing that you did so time would stop.
You force yourself to sit up as your rub the sleep out of your eyes, yawning slightly. After a minute or so you decide that you've protested long enough and begin to roll out of bed. Instantly two arms find their way around your waist and force you in the opposite direction pulling you back into the bed.
"Mhmm" Luke purrs as he practically attaches your body to his. You lay in his clothing free muscular arms. His face is buried in your head with his eyes still shut.
"Lukey, you know I have to get up." You remind him, pulling at his arms, desperate for escape.
"Noooo." He whines only locking his arms tighter around you. He flips you over so that you're facing him and pull you into his side. Nudging your thighs apart with his knee and messily intertwining your legs.
"Luke." you whimper hoping to lure him into letting you up.
No such luck as he doesn't even reply. You begin to think he has gone back to sleep when he doesn't even respond when you call his name multiple times. You begin to untangle your legs and attempt to slip out of his grasp but he won't have it as he doesn't even budge in the slightest.
"No." He whispers again, hands traveling under your shirt to grip you by your belly. He lazily draws circles on your skin causing you to shiver.
"Luke, seriously I have got to get up I'm going to be late!" You insist, but he still won't let up.
"Not sharing today." He mutters back childishly. You roll your eyes and try to kick the comforters off hoping that he'll go after them and give you time to escape. No such luck as his bare chest and sweatpants clad hips only move closer to you, snuggling in even more.
"Chilly." He mumbles, into your ear.
"You're like a puppy, Luke." you grumble in reply, rolling your eyes. He hums before he attaches his lips to the point where your neck meets your throat. He licks the area before carefully biting it, before finishing with another lick and a sweet peck.
"Marking my territory." mumbles, sticking his face back into your neck. "Definitely left a mark."
"I suppose it could be worse. You could've peed on me." You reason, "Now that you've marked me can I please go? I already don't have time to shower." He shakes his head and grumbles.
"Why can't you just lay here with me all day?" He cries, you run your finger along his features.
"I wish I could but you know I can't." You reply, as he grabs your hand in his.
"Can't or won't?" He corrects.
You sigh as you cuddle into him and pull his face to yours. You position your lips along his and lightly kiss him. He smiles as your tongue comes in contact with his and he grabs at your hips. You take hold of his elbows, and steer him flat onto the bed. Rolling over top of him you take control. He groans as you position your thighs on either side of his stomach. Grinning, you take hold of his hand and push them up towards the headboard. He hums out another moan and you smirk and you quickly pull back and jump to your feet.
It takes a second but he immediately realizes what you're doing. He jumps to his feet, his eyes flying open as he takes off after you. You're quick but you can't beat his long legs. You nearly make it out into the hallway when his arms swoop around you and pull you off your feet. You squeal in protest but he totes you back to his bed, pulling the comforter back up as he snuggles back into you.
"Five more minutes." He whispers as he leans his head on your shoulder, wrapping the blankets around you. You roll your eyes, knowing his five minutes would probably be about five hours.
You and Luke's personalities are very similar yet different at the same time. The fans like that you bring out the best in him and that he seems to be a little less camera shy when you're around.
Anything (Luke Hemmings)
He came out of his bathroom, hand messing up his wet hair. He was wearing cotton shorts and a cotton t-shirt. He went and looked in the mirror, sighing. I was perched on the end of his bed, waiting for him to say something.
"Why do I have so much acne?" he sighed.
"Luke," I started.
"No, I know what your gonna say. It just makes me feel even worse then I do already. I'm already so," he cut himself off, stopping mid sentence.
I climbed off the bed, moving his line of vision from the mirror.
"What's up with you? Lately, you've been," I paused, "sad."
"I don't know what your talking about, things have been this way always."
He turned away from me, closing his bedroom door so his mom wouldn't hear our conversation. I sat down on the bed watching him walk around uncomfortably in his room.
"Luke, I can go," I said softly, not wanting to sound harsh.
"Okay," he shrugged.
"That's not an answer, I want you to tell me what you want."
He sunk down on the wall, his head lolling back and his adams apple bobbing. I sat back down, parallel from him. We sat in silence.
"Why are people so mean?" he asked, his voice huskier then usual.
I stayed where I was, I knew he wanted some room for this thoughts to form to words.
"I'm only 17 for fucks sake. I have flaws, sometimes I can't hit a note, or sometimes I slip up in a tweet. I have acne, I'm skinny and too tall. I'm shy and awkward," his head buried in his knees and his shoulders started to shake.
I got up slowly, and sat in front of him, "Hey," I smiled at him.
Big tears rolled down his cheeks, his bottom lip quivering. I scooted towards him, my smaller body finding a position that would be easy to hold him. My arms wrapped around his torso, and my fingers running through his wet hair as his head rested near my collar bone.
"Can I tell you all the things I love about you?" I asked.
He nodded, a hiccup erupting in his chest.
"I love how tall you are, I love that I have to look up to you. I love that your shoulders are the widest part of your body because it makes me feel protected. You have these full lips that are so magical to watch when you talk and sing," I started.
He sighed, his finger tips running over my forearm. My fingers still touching his hair.
Continuing, "You're also so talented, your just brilliant when it comes to music. You're smart, and charming. I love that you're shy, because when you come out of that sweet shell, your super suave. And no matter what, I enjoy suave Luke just as much as reserved Luke. Also, what the hell, you're crazy attractive. Like ugh, when I first saw you, I was dumb struck. You have this appeal, it's just, jesus, Lucas."
He laughed, I felt his body get warmer, the blush creeping over him.
"Look at me," I said.
His big blue eyes turned to me, "Remember that time I had a crazy bad anxiety attack in front of your mom, and you dragged me upstairs to your bathroom and you freaked out because I was almost blacking out?"
"Yeah," he said with a frown.
"You know what made me not black out?"
He knew, his eye brows furrowing. My words suddenly getting caught in my throat, tears forming in my eyes, "You."
He kissed me, but this time it felt different, there was that amount of trust that spilt over. He ended up on top of me, his lips tangling with mine. He pulled away looking in my eyes, "You're something else," he said with a smiling huff.
A little bit of cockiness filled my tone sarcastically, "I know," I giggled.
"Stay with me tonight?"
I kissed him short and sweetly, "Only if you make me pancakes tomorrow and help me sneak back out."
"For you, anything."
