Paparazzi || Luke Hemmings

chapter 20: black-out.

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I blearily blink open my brown eyes to notice a few different things.

One, I have a horrible, twisting, pounding, killer of a headache, and two, Luke was cuddled up right next to me, arm draped straight across my stomach and hand resting a few inches away from my damn vagina.

What the fuck?

And that's when last night came pouring back to me in a nutshell.

I quickly sit up in bed, doing it so fast that it causes me to see stars along the way.

Just as I'm about to maneuver myself out of Luke's grasp some more so I could get up, he pulls me back down, wrapping his arms now around my waist, and nuzzling his unruly dirty-blonde curls into the crook of my neck.

My neck that had many purple bruises of love all over every next inch of skin on it.

I feel tears start to brim my eyes-
not because last night was bad in any way, no of course not.

Simply because I knew what I had done. Luke was getting married and we basically had dry-sex.

You cannot have dry-sex with a person that you're sort of friends with when you're getting married in just a couple of months!

You just can't!

My heart rate starts to increase under Luke's hold, and I start violently shaking, feeling very sick.

I quickly sprint up, running into the bathroom and going over to the toilet, resting one hand on either side of the rim and heaving heavily.

Finally knowing nothing was going to come out, I take a deep, shaky, breath, trying to calm myself of the sudden outburst of a panic attack I had just had.

I couldn't help the guilty feeling of panic that was settling in my veins, because I just helped someone get cheated on by their new-coming husband.

And I felt fucking horrible about it.

Taking another unsteady breath of air, I get up, quickly going over to the sink to wash my hands and face.

Leaning down into the sink, I splash the soothing warm water into my face, wiping my eyes in the process.

Then I sit back up, rubbing my eyes to rid them of the moisture.

Glancing up in the mirror, my life flashes before my eyes.

I scream, clutching my chest, and then quickly unclench the tight hold I had on my heart when I realize it's only the lanky blonde boy with flat morning hair and bleary blue eyes standing behind me.

He yawns once, smirking in the mirror when he realizes the scare he'd just given me.

"Morning, sunshine." He rasps, going over to the left side of the counter to grab what seems my mouth-wash.

"M-morning.. Luke." I stutter out, feeling literally awkward as can be, knowing what we did the night prior.

He gurgles some of the minty liquid in his mouth quickly, before moving me a bit out of the way and spitting it out right into the drain.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he turns to me, pulling the metal ring in his lower- lip between his teeth- which annoyingly turns me on.

A lot.

Luke notices me checking him out, and smirks devilishly.

How the hell can he be so nonchalant about all of this?! He has a fiancée for fucks sake.

"So how'd you sleep, babe?" Luke asks, snapping me straight out of my thoughts about how freaking bad this situation was.

"U-uh not good, Luke. This isn't good. What we did last night I-"

Luke walks closer, practically pinning me against the bathroom counter.

He bites his lip, "Yeah, Charlotte.. about last night, I thought we could maybe try that again." he says very quietly in my ear, breath hitting my neck hotly.

He leaves a single warm kiss on one of the hickeys he had made the night prior, leaving me wanting more.

He leans down, connecting his soft and freshly minty lips down to my own, in the most gentle and compassionate way.

I sigh inwardly, kissing him back once, before going against my own desperate wishes and fantasies- and pulling away.

He looks somewhat stunned, lips already somewhat red and swollen, hair sticking up in every direction.

"Wh-why'd you pull away? W-was it b-bad? Oh my god, I'm a bad kisser, aren't I!" Luke panics, hands threading through his blonde locks nervously.

"N-no Luke! But you have a fucking fiancée! Or Did you forget?" I yell, face turning bright red with anger and annoyance both.

"About that,- I- uh- she's fake," he blurts out.

"What do you mean?" I say, honestly confused as can be.

"She's fake. Or uh, hired. To be my girlfriend. But Charlotte- I-I fucking want you. I didn't think so at first- but now... now I know so. I think I'm fucking in love with you, Charlotte."

And that's when everything starts to spin and I black out, forgetting the world.

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