Punk Charisma

Chapter 7

*Luke's POV*

I let myself settle down after the show, the sweat was dripping down my face until I had taken a shower right after we ended. I can't stand being sticky for dear life, it's disgusting. I wouldn't want Lina to see me like that either or smell the body oder.

I wait on the couch in the back stage room for the boys and I. We stay on our phones till security brings them to the room, I would have ran right out to find her after the show, but security say it's too dangerous and risky for my safety. I don't give a fuck, but yet again they have the upper hand and I'd just get in big trouble by the people promoting us or media. If the media found out the things Lina and I have been up to, I would be the world's largest fuckboy. Which I'm not, or try not to be intentionally; never have I once cheated on one of my girlfriends. Yet this one seems to be different as the boys say because my relationship with Arzaylea isn't real enough. We stay together because we have nothing else to hold on to, but now...I think I've got something to hold on to.

A knock is heard on our door and we all put down our phones immediately. Our security guard Dave opens the door and the girls walk in with a greeting. I stand up with the other boys and welcome them with a hug.

"So how was the show?" I ask.

"It was amazing, keep it up guys. I don't think I've had that much fun at any other concert," Lina laughs.

"Boy were we dancing like crazy," Sophie adds.

"You should of seen Sophie. She was doing the sprinkler and shit was I gonna die of laughter," Lina curses.

For an odd reason it takes me by surprise to hear her curse. She appears a bit more innocent than I thought, but in the inside I know there's a little crazy devil in her. I'd love to see her in bed...

Fuck, Luke, stop thinking about her like that. Respect her and her body; even though her body is to fucking drool over. Fuck...it's not working.

"Oh we definitely saw," Ashton chuckles, "we could take our eyes off of you two."

"Neither could the people around you," I shake my head, smiling brilliantly, "I've got to say it made me damn happy."

"Woah, you happy. I've never seen that before," Lina teases.

"Hey, when did you become so mouthy?" I pull her hand, dragging her towards me.

I lean against the back of the couch, still holding her hand in mine. I fiddle with her fingers, they're frosty, colder than the weather outside. She stands between my spider legs and I admire her eyes from this distance; only inches away from each other. Fuck, do I want to kiss her so bad. The urge only itching worse.

"When I met you," she smirks.

"Ouch, I'm hurt," I joke, "I've got a wound on my heart now."

"Sad," she simply responds.

"You better kiss it better, babe or I'll have to steal one from you," I warn.

"You have a girlfriend," she raises her eyebrows.

"Not anymore," I shake my head.

"What?" Her eyes widening.

"I broke up with her," I nod, "well we were already kind of separated, but I ended it completely this morning."

"Why?!" She raises her voice.

"Cause' I realized that she's been nothing but a liar and cheater. I don't need to be with someone who doesn't make me happy," I simply respond.

"And how did you realize that now?" She jokes.

"Because I met you and realized that not all girls are snobs," I shrug.