sexting ≫ l.h

twenty-five

btw tour dates and tour shit in this story are NOT the same dates like irl okay, so don't tell me its wrong af like i am doing this on purpose to make this fanfiction work and sorry for late update i've been busy but i'm back

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About twenty minutes ago I had finished playing for the day. I left my music notes on Annabelle's hands and let Helena play the harp to fill in the time that was left. Luke was waiting by Annabelle's desk too, grinning like a fool as I got closer to him, my cheeks becoming brighter as I walked towards his scent and body. A car drove us to his place - which was just as messy as i would've imagined and now my lips are on his as his hands grip my hips, pressing me against the wall of his living room.

"Stay the night?" The kiss breaks for me to catch a break and for him to ask. I bite my lip craving more of his kisses as I scan his face slowly. His blue eyes are filled with lust - or so they look like as they grow darker - and the blonde curls aren't fixed to perfection after the entire day. He still manages to look like God or something.

"But I need to play tomorrow." I sigh almost sounding like a mumble and his hands move to cup my face gently, pushing some strands of hair away. "I could stay though, but it'd have to wake up earlier and... I don't like waking up earlier than I have to." I pout and he lets out a chuckle as I breath in some more of his comfortable scent.

"You should stay. I want you here." He says and seconds later he is planting small kisses along my mouth and jaw. God, who knew this would end like this? I let out a quiet moan letting my head fall back a little, enjoying the moment as my hands comb through his blonde locks. His hand rakes down my body, drawing tiny patterns over the fabric of my black tank top, and slowly reaches the end to tug at the clothing and let his hand make contact with my skin.

His lips find mine and slowly he lets his tongue enter my mouth while one of his hand is still drawing shapes over my stomach and I slowly take my hands down to stop him and take a pause.

"Shouldn't we get going to that party?" I tease as he tries to reach for my lips once more, only making me giggle. I rather spend the rest of the night with him than having to share him with more people. More people that are probably famous, like Tyler and Josh and maybe Halsey. I don't know who he is friends with but most of them are probably famous and then there's me; a total nobody.

"Mhm... Should we go?" I shyly nod, overthinking my answer inside my mind as I go to lightly bite my lower lip and move my gaze down. "Hey, don't you wanna go?"

"Yes, I mean, i don't know. I expect famous people to be there, like even people I've been waiting to meet since forever and then there's... me. I'm such a nobody." I finish chuckling lightly and I move my vision up to meet the bluest of eyes. "What if you leave me alone to go talk to your friends? I don't know anyone."

"You do. You know Michael and you've apparently talked to Calum." He says and I nod wrinkling my nose and making him laugh softly. "Besides, I will not leave you alone. By the way, you played very good earlier." I form a smile and lean towards his chest.

"Thanks, but don't change the subject." I push my thoughts away and nod my head firmly with a click of my tongue. "But sure. Let's go."

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"Very cute lockscreen, Ms. Bloom," Luke snatches my white iPhone 5 from my small hands and teases me as my lockscreen is a picture of fetus Harry Styles. "Or should I say Mrs. Styles?" I blush, extending my arms as far as possible to try and reach my phone, but he just holds it up higher, making me jump off the bar stool and stand on my toes as I leave my drink on the counter.