Luke Hemmings x Reader

The Movie

It was the day.

The day you were to go over to his house and watch a movie or two. Obviously, though, you weren't worried about it.

It was 6:00 and you had yet to get out of your bed and get ready. You heaved yourself out of bed. Since you had taken a shower earlier, you just had to get dressed and brush your H/L H/C hair.

You walked into your closet.

"Hmm..." you muttered, pulling out a black Deadpool graphic t-shirt and black skinny jeans with a chain hanging off one side. You put on a pair of (favorite tv show) socks and your black converse. You brushed your hair.

You looked at the time. 6:32. You grabbed your keys, Batman snapback flat billed hat, and a Granny Smith apple then walked out the door, locking it behind you.

You opened the garage and pulled your leather jacket on, walking to your Harley Davidson motorcycle and putting the key in the ignition.

Swinging yourself up, you rolled your bike out of the garage and closed it. Then, you were off.

--TIME SKIP--

You were now in Luke's house, walking into the kitchen and looking through his cubbards for popcorn. Obviously though, you hadn't knocked on the door before wntering his house silently.

Finding the before mentioned food, you put it on his microwave but didn't start it. You turned your phone on vibrate then walked through his house before finding a room with booming music.

You cracked the door, and were surprised at what you saw. And no, it wasn't him lip-syncing to the music in his underwear and a t-shirt using a hairbrush for a microphone, that woulda been funny though. No, it was something much worse.

He was laying in bed, shoving his tounge down another girls' throat while she tried to do the same. That wasn't the worst part.

They were trying to undress eachother.

Your heart, for some reason you couldn't understand, felt like it was smashed into a million pieces. You silently walked towards them, a murderous aura surrounding you.

You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into a sitting position, and turned him towards you.

SMACK!

"Wow, I thought you were different. Guess not." You ran out before he had a chance to comprehend what just happened.

You ran out the door, tears coming to your eyes. You hopped onto your moterbike and pulled your keys out just as Luke ran out. You shook your head at him, put your helmet on, and rode down the driveway. He ran into the street as you were turning and put his hands on yours on the handlebars.

"Look, Y/N, I meant to have her gone before you got there. You weren't supposed to see that." He rushed.

You laughed, your head falling back. When you were done, you looked at him, and took your helmet off.

"Oh, I understand. Totally. I understand now that you are a two-timing cheater. You have no care for anyone else's feelings but your own. You like to play with them instead, and like to run after they get damaged. I have you all figured out now." You said seriously, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

"Uh...I-I.. um.. L-listen, it's not like that." He tried to explain.

"Uh huh, and I'm not adopted." You put your helmet back on and backed up. Revving your moter, you rode around him and drove home.