You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

Get Drunk, Have Sex - Chapter Forty - Two

Luke's POV.

Over the last week of the winter holiday, I have spent every day with Mia. We would wake up every morning and either have lazy morning sex or argue about what we were going to do that day. Mia would always say that she was tired and wanted to lounge about all day and watch movies, I, on the other hand, wanted to go out and do something adventurous. I always won and we would spend the whole day together exploring the likes of sunny England. Note the sarcasm.

At the end of the night, we would curl up together in bed and watch whatever movie Mia had been bugging me to watch and if neither of us were tired by the end, we would do a bit of fooling around until we actually were ready to sleep for weeks.

But most importantly, spending time with Mia meant I was able to avoid Michael like The Plague. I was dreading winter break being over because that meant Whitney would be coming back, which meant I would be have to stop sleeping at Mia's now. Unless I wanted a billion questions thrown at me, that is.

I know for a fact that the moment I walk into my dorm today, Michael is going to start hammering me with questions and I'm pretty sure that I won't know the answer to some of them.

"Okay, baby, I'm gonna get going before Whitney gets back." I told Mia as she stood in the bathroom brushing her hair.  I walked over to her and stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder.

She placed the brush down on the counter top and leant back against my chest. "I don't want you to leave."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I didn't want to leave either, and not because I didn't want to see Michael, but because I didn't want to leave Mia. I was starting to worry about how much I care about this girl.

"Don't wanna go either, but we both know I have to." I whispered. I didn't want to ruin this by breaking this calming atmosphere.

Mia turned around in my arms so she was facing me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I know, but I wish you didn't have to. These past two weeks have been amazing; I just don't want it to end."

"I promise that as soon as Whit is out I'll come straight over and whenever I can find time for us to go out together, we will. I don't want us to stop seeing each other just because it gets a little difficult."

Mia opened her mouth to respond but instead, was interrupted by her phone dinging. She sighed as she motioned me to wait while she looked at her phone. The minute her eyes widened I knew what the message said.

"Shit, Whit's almost back. You better go before she finds you here." Mia rushed out as she pushed me towards the door. Before she could actually push me over the threshold, I grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her towards me.

"Don't think I'm gonna leave without a kiss." I smirked, leaning down to brush our lips together.

"I never expected you to." She whispered back as she attached our lips together. I literally couldn't get enough of this girl, she was driving me insane.

After a couple minutes of kissing, we pulled apart and said our goodbyes. We were acting like we were never going to see each other again but in reality; we would probably see each other in a couple of hours. The only difference was that the guys would be with us so we couldn't show how much we cared about each other.

Contrary to what many may think, I do care about Mia. She was one of my best friends and I cared deeply about her. As of right now, I was closer to her than I was to any of the boys and I don't actually regret it. I don't regret opening up to Mia and telling her about my past and I don't regret getting so close to her. I think there is something special about this girl and I plan to make sure we're always friends, regardless of what happens in our 'relationship'.