Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

chapter 13; gray hoodie

Damn Luke in his gray hoodie is just pure fire so enjoy that pic^^

Song for this chapter; Loving Someone by The 1975

That song is the definition of fucking beautiful.

Okay, enjoy xx.

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It's now nearing around one in the morning, and I'm still fucking stuck at this party, watching Luke and Lauren make out with each other.

She's straddling his waist, manicured fingers spread out widely on both of his soft cheeks, their lips sucking together.

Sickening, if you ask me.

I can't believe I was doing the same thing just a few hours prior to Luke myself.

I've sobered up, realizing what a shitty mistake we'd made, now just feeling down in the dumps.

I'd put myself out there, and he'd rejected me for Lauren, once again.

But hey, at least I still had Noah.

I think...

I was cuddled into his arm, as he played COD with Michael.

They were being so intense with it,
I don't even think he noticed me lounging right to his side.

I glance back over at Luke, not even noticing I was staring again until I saw him connect his clear blue eyes with my own.

Don't people usually have their eyes closed when they're in the middle of making out with the person they love?

Why the hell was he looking at me for then?

A w k w a r d.

He glances at me one more time before gently pulling away from Lauren, giving her a weak smile.

She grins seductively back, giving his lips one last chaste kiss before pulling out of his lap and sitting back down on the pillowy beige chair.

Then she sighs tiredly, blinking her fake eye-lashed covered green eyes twice before burying her head into the chairs soft spot, sighing once, and drifting back off to sleep.

Geez, How much does that woman sleep in one night?

Biting my lip, I excuse myself to go outside on the balcony, bored as can be.

I was literally just counting down the seconds until Noah was ready to go home.

I was not a people person, that's for sure.

I sigh heavily into the cold night air, now really wishing I'd brought a sweatshirt along.

Too bad Jacob wasn't here right now...

Wrapping my arms around my body, I sway my legs and look out at the scene sprawled out before me.

I'm gazing out at the still hopping party laid out in front of my eyes, when I hear the balcony door open, and then close a few seconds afterwards...

Assuming it's Noah, as a warm pair of arms wrap around my body, I shut my eyes contently.

Then I hear a whisper so quietly drift into the night air, "I'm sorry."

I turn around to be met with Luke's face, and I immediately back away.

"Get the fuck away from me." I spit, glaring.

"I-I said I was sorry, Charlotte- I-" he stutters, a hurt look spreading across his features.

"Ha yeah you just seemed soo sorry while you were practically washing your mouth out with your girlfriends spit a few minutes ago, Luke." I roll my eyes at his stupidity, just feeling very annoyed at him in general.

He hesitantly comes closer to me, so close I can smell his scent.

His unique scent that is just so gorgeous, so intoxicating... so Luke.

Just when I feel his hot breath hit my face, he slowly takes his gray hoodie off, one by one his long arms leaving the wrinkled sockets.

Then he pulls it the rest of the way off, draping it around my shoulders like a mother would do to her sick child on a cold afternoon.

I'm frozen in the moment, not being able to move-to think- to do anything.

I'm too caught up in Luke.

Slowly, very sensually, he takes a curl that had fallen into my eyes, gently caressing my cheek with his cool hand before tucking the stray piece of hair behind my chilled ear.

Then he leans in, whispering quietly,

"Are you busy tomorrow, Charlo?"

I bite my lip, feeling my inner self trying to make up an excuse, but then tell my inner self to fuck it.

"No," I reply.

"Good... You should come over." He bites his lip, waiting for my reaction eagerly.

"Okay," I whisper.

"S-sorry again about tonight, Charlo... I'll see you tomorow."

He glances at me one more time, as almost an afterthought, before opening the sliding glass doors to go back inside, and closing it.

Then I'm left alone.

I guess it's just me and this amazing smelling gray hoodie.

Not edited bc im taking a chõnce.

If you think this is going 'too fast' or something fuq u bc this is only gonna be a 30 or so chaptered book & it's going a perfectly normal speed.

Vote if u have a vagina

okay um yeahh...

that's all.

bai.