Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 6: The morning after

His lips brush against my own, sending tingling shivers down my spine.

"It's okay, baby, just relax." He says, slipping his wet tongue into my mouth.

I groan at the sudden contact, feeling my panties start to soak beneath me.

"L-Luke please, I need you." I moan into his mouth, and he captures the moan with his own.

"What do you need, baby?" He asks me, smirking devilishly.

"You, inside me. Now." I groan aloud, not being able to take this anymore.

"Well fuck, you could've just asked, Char." He laughs, throwing me gently down on the soft bed.

"I did ask, Luke." I say, glaring at him.

But he just laughs at me, leaning in to connect our lips once again, grinding his sudden hard-on against m-

"Uh, Charlotte? You okay?" Someone asks next to me.

A guy's voice.

I blink open my eyes, then quickly shut them again, not used to the bright morning light shining into my apartment.

I turn my head then to find Luke?

Oh. He was drunk last night. His friends were asses and wouldn't take him home. I took him home. He cried. He ended up in my b-bed? Oh yeah.

Last night all came flooding back to me, and I must've been in some sort of daze because Luke snaps his fingers at me.

"I uh- yeah I'm fine, why?" I ask him.

"Well I heard you um- moaning in your sleep and I didn't know if you were like having a nightmare or-"

I MOANED OUT LOUD?!

God help me.

"Uh yeah, I just had this really scary dream where this guy was chasing me and um yeah, ya know."

"Did that guy happen to be L-Luke?" He asks me, smirking.

My face reddens instantly, all over the place.

"No!" I shout, picking up a throw pillow and smacking him with it.

"Geez, Charlo, I was just messing around." He laughs, getting up to stretch.

Thank God he was only joking about me moaning his name out loud.

As he stretches, I lean back into the pillows and try to be nonchalant about watching him.

Seeing as he still didn't have a shirt on, I watched his back muscles flex, stomach muscles clench, the light trace of abs that he had more defined. Dang.

I shake myself out of my daze when Luke catches me looking and smirks at me, winking.

Then his eyes trail down my body to look what I was wearing.

This time, his cheeks redden.

"Uh- are you w-wearing my shirt?" He stutters out, taking his lip-ring in between his teeth.

I shrug, trying my best to act nonchalant about this whole situation.

"Uh yeah, somehow it ended up in my closet and it was comfortable as fuck so I just kept it on." I say, shrugging out of the bed and into my bathroom to pee.

When I'm done in the bathroom, I go back into my bedroom to find Luke has disappeared.

"Luke? Where you at dude? Don't you know it's kinda rude just to wander around in people's-" I pause when I see Luke crouched down on my living-room floor, looking at something.

Getting closer, I realize it's a photo album he's looking at.

My photo album.

A glare crosses over my features immediately and he notices, standing up innocently.

"Oh, um sorry Charlotte I just thought I'd look through this and yeah, you know I was curious." He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"Well next time you decide to snoop around my apartment, ask first." I snap at him.

"S-sorry," he mumbles, making me feel bad for snapping.

"It's fine, sorry for snapping. It's just- I- I don't even like looking in there myself and-I-uh yeah." I finish, sighing at the soft white carpeting beneath my bare feet.

He nods, glancing down at the photo album that's still sprawled out on the carpeting, "Hey, uh is that woman your mom?" He asks me, his pale white toe pointing to a picture of yes, my mom.

My dead mom, might I add.

I nod at him solemnly, "Yeah. My mom died a few years ago, though." I say quietly, still keeping my gaze on the carpeting beneath me.

It's a wonder he heard what I even said, but he comes closer to me.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know." He says gently, coming closer for what it seems a hug.

I snort, "Yeah we just met. It's not like you would've known." I say into his chest.

A smile tugs at his impossibly pink lips, and his warm arms encase me in a gentle hug.

I pull away after a few seconds, feeling awkward as I say, "Um so how about breakfast?"

He nods eagerly, "Yeah sure!"

-

I get some cereal out of the cabinet and we share some Apple Jacks at the counter.

After eating it gets awkward once again.

He glances at my shirt, well I should say his shirt.

"Um I should probably give this back to you I'm guessing," I lightly laugh, awkward as can be.

"No, no you can keep it. It looks better on you anyways." He says, referring the the black Green Day top.

I blush, "Uh thank you, I guess."

"So I, um, I'll see you around, Charlo. Thanks for taking care of me and everything last night." He says to me, giving me a small smile.

"No problem, I'll see you around."

Before I can push him out the door, he grabs my phone, quickly entering which I'm assuming must be his cell phone number.

"Just in case." He winks, shoving the phone back into my pocket, before kissing my cheek and walking out the door.

Well.

THIS IS GETTING SO MANY READS SO FAST THANKS GUYS ILY.

ITS LIKE NOT EVEN A LOT OF READS BUT ITS A LOT TO ME AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS.

Keep commenting bc your comments make me laugH.

k ima go eat some ramen now, toodles.

All the love, -H

yes that's gonna be my new thing, I stole it from Harry but who cARES HE CAN SUCK MY ASS.

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