Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 4: Intoxicated

Luke is 100% fully intoxicated.

Here we were dancing, and every few minutes he'd flag down the bartender, trying it seems every alcoholic drink on the menu. Which was a lot of drinks.

"Hey...you never told me your name." Luke giggles, bopping my nose with his longish pointer finger.

On instinct, I scrunch my nose up, annoyed.

"Luke, it's Charlotte, but now is not the time for silly questions. Don't you have any of your friends here with you to take you home?" I ask, glancing around the tightly packed club.

I shouldn't have even asked, I saw Calum and Ashton here myself an hour ago.

"No, I don't have any friends. I'm looonley." Luke says sticking out his lower lip and dragging out the "o".

When he sticks his lip out like that I get a very nice view of his small black piercing, which goes in a small loop in between his pink lower lip.

I tear my gaze away from his lips, and grab his hand in mine, pulling him around the club, searching for his annoying-ass friends. His surprisingly warm hand tightens around my own, and he lets me lead him around in search for his friends.

Then in the midst of sweaty, glamoured -up bodies, I spot a head of bleach-blonde hair.

Following the head of blonde with my eyes, I drag Luke over to where Michael Clifford is standing, grinding onto some brunette girl dressed in a skimpy outfit.

I tap his shoulder, awkwardly as can be.

He turns around, glancing first at Luke, then at me.

"Hi Mikey!" Luke smiles, lifting up our enclosed hands to wave at his bandmate.

I immediately shove our enclosed hands back down, letting go of his and feeling both flusterly embarrassed and also very - empty now.

Michael glances confusingly, first at Luke, and then he looks down at me, meeting my brown eyes with his green, before smirking. And corking a pierced eye-brow up at me.

"Can I help you?" He asks amused, taking his lower lip between his teeth.

"I- uh , hi, so your friend Luke here is sorta drunk so like I thought maybe you could bring him home or something? I mean-"

He coughs, motioning his green eyes at the brunette girl standing next to him,  and then at me.

What? O-Oh.

"Um okay, is any of your other friends around here then?" I ask, mentally crossing my fingers.

"Nope, I think Cal left about an hour ago, and- and yeah, Ash did, too." He says.  "They left together."

I groan, and he shrugs, "Luke'll be fine, - wait I didn't catch your name?" Michael starts, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"My name is Charlotte, and Luke is obviously not gonna be fine on his own right now," I say, gesturing down at Luke, who is now crouched down on the floor, poking his black boot with his finger and pouting at the stained floor.

The fuck?

The bimbo turns back to Michael, running her finger down his chest slowly and senusually.

"Mikey, let's get back to dancing!" She whines.

Michael shoots me a desperate pout.

I sigh, "Ugh fine I'll take him home with me."

Surprisingly I'm pulled into his arms, and he places his lips on my head for a brief second or two.

"Yes! Thank you, Char! I barely know you but I'm sure you'll be fine with  Luke!" He smiles, turning back to his one night stand.

I groan quietly, turning back to Luke, who's still poking his shoe and now giggling.

"Lucas, time to leaaaave!" I say in a sing-songy voice.

"My names not Lucas." He pouts, but gets up, crossing his arms against his flannel covered chest.

I entwine my arm with his, pulling him out of the club as quick as I can, walking back to my car in the tightly packed parking lot of the club, ducking from fellow paparazzo.

"Where are we going, Charlotte?" He says, smiling down at me.

"My apartment, now let's get going." I say, frustratedly.

"Ooooh I can't wait to see your apartment!" He giggles at me.

This is gonna be a long night.

A/N: hey guys! So I'm going on vacation tomorrow and have a long ass drive so you know what that means! Updates galore.

I hope you're enjoying so far! Be sure to vote and stuff!

-H