DM'ed||Luke Hemmings

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

//Luke's POV//

Seeing Skylar and Harry like this makes me want to throw up. It should be me holding her like that. It should be me kissing her every chance I get. It should be me helping her through her accident. Why did I even introduce her to the 1D boys already? I know that they're some of my best friends and they are a part of the reason why I am where I am today, but if it wasn't for Harry, I might have been the one being with Skylar right now. I know that she only sees me as a best friend, and it hurts, but at least she doesn't see me as her brother, then I would never have a chance with her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice drags me out of my thoughts. I look to the right where the voice came from, and see Ashton standing with two beers in his hands. He hands me one of them and I immediately take a big gulp of it.

"It's nothing." I answer looking down at my beer.

"Oh sure, Luke. And you want me to believe that, why? You were obviously staring at Sky and Harry. You jealous?" He teases.

"No! Of course not!" Lies "I don't even like her like that. She's my best friend." More lies.

"You know, Luke, I can see right through your lies. You look at her the same way Michael looks at pizza. That's love man." Love . It can't be Love, can it? I haven't even known her for that long. Sure, there's people who actually get's married after only a couple of months of knowing each other but I can't Love her. It wouldn't be right. I would just end up being hurt and I don't want that. I don't want to lose our friendship. I can't risk it.

"I actually heard that Harry asked Sky out while they were in her room." The sentence makes me turn my head towards Ash in confusion.

"Asked her out? Like, to be his girlfriend? They haven't even know each other for that long!" I say, my voice raising slightly.

"Calm down Luke. It's only a date, as far as I know." He says and walks away, knowing that I want to be alone with my thoughts.

Am I losing her even before I got her?

//Skylar's POV//

"Bye guys! See you soon." I smile, waving from the door where seven out of the eight boys just walked out. I see one car pull out of the driveway, and drive away as the other one waits for the last boy to jump in. I turn around slightly as I feel a pair of arms around my waist.

"Shouldn't you be out in the car? The boys are waiting for you." I tell him.

"Getting rid of me that quickly? Oh, I see how it is." He says and heads out of the door.

"Wait!" I call after him. "I didn't mean it like that." I tell him, giggling a bit. He heads back to me and I wrap my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist. Surprisingly, the height difference is not that bad. Of course I have to stand on my toes if I want to kiss him, and I do, but I can't really right now because of my knee. He sees me struggling to get on his level, so he leans down and places his soft lips on mine. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this feeling. The kiss continues for, god knows how long, till the car honks making Harry raise his middle finger at the childish boys, but continues to kiss me. What finally makes us break away from each other, is Caleb standing behind me, clearing his throat.

"Shouldn't you be leaving, Singer Boy?" Harry looks nervously between Caleb and I, before sighing. He nods and shoots me a smile.

"See ya tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" I ask confusingly. "What's happening tomorrow?"

"The date. I want it to happen as soon as possible. Don't worry, we won't be walking much." He grins. Again, a voice interrupts us.