Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

chapter 12: well woah

SONG AT THE TOP IS SEX BY THE 1975 BECAUZE HOLY SHIZ I LOVE THAT SONG.

dedicated to my main bitch fa being #1

"Noah, qu- quit tickling me, you f-fucker," I can hardly breathe, giggles uncontrollably taking over my small body.

By now Ashton, Calum, and Michael had gone back to the party, making their rounds and talking to people while drinking liquor.

Luke had stayed behind, because Lauren had fallen asleep on top of him and he 'didn't want to disturb her beauty rest' he put it.

Noah and I had also stayed behind, as well because Noah and Luke were playing Mario Kart together.

Well, they were playing it until Noah had lost. After he lost I jokingly called him a 'big fat loser' and then he started  furiously tickling me with fraud anger.

"Nope, not until you apologize." Noah smirks devilishly down at me.

Suddenly I'm straddled to the couch, panting, trying to get the words out of my mouth so he'd stop frantically tickling the shit out of me.

"I-I'm sorry, -loser!" I giggle out the last part, and something sparks in Noah's eyes, turning the usual light hazel color to a dark, dark brown.

Lust clouds around us, and before I know it we're both glancing down at each other's lips and this doesn't feel at all planned... It feels imposingly real.

Just as I feel his hot breath fan my neck, lips inching closer, -somebody clears their throat, loudly.

Noah's head snaps back up, running a hand through his hair frantically, because we both know this wasn't apart of any plan.

We both glance at Luke, to see his jaw set, an angry glare set on his handsome features.

"Do that somewhere else, please." He says in a monotone, clenching his teeth at us.

"Uh- well I actually have to use the bathroom... If anyone has any idea where it is that is?" I ask awkwardly, sitting up.

I always seem to have to pee when I'm drunk.

Probably shouldn't have drank five beers.

Noah's just about to say something when Luke eagerly exclaims, "I'll take you to the bathroom!"

Noah shrugs at me, then winks. I feel a blush coating my cheeks.

"O-okay," I say.

"Watch Laur for me, would ya Noah?" Luke smiles at Noah widely, surprising us all.

Wasn't he just about ready to kill ten babies and a puppy like a minute ago?

Noah nods, going over to sit by Lauren.

She lightly stirs in her slumber, but then rests her head on Noah's lap.

Noah grabs the remote control, turning the TV to some mystery show that he likes, and Luke and I are off on the journey to the restroom, which I am very grateful for.

We wander up a flight of stairs, and he aimlessly starts opening doors, looking around, with me trailing solemnly behind his wide shoulders and tall frame.

I admire his beautiful hair from behind, trailing my eyes down his nice plain black T- shirt, and dark skinny jeans, all the way down to his leather combat boots.

"So do you know even know where it is, Luke?" I giggle loudly.

I'm a giggly drunk girl.

He turns around, smirking at me.