Uncontrollable (Punk Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 10

Every single one of them ends up walking home with me.

And by walking, I mean following. Or stalking. I can't get rid of them.

"Please?????" Michael whines.

"No. Leave me alone." I reply, twisting out from under his arm.

"But Andyyyyyy we love you!" Calum joins in.

"C'mon Andy. It's one day." Ashton cajoles, poking my shoulder as we swing onto mine and Luke's street.

Speaking of Luke, I chance a glance over at him. I really shouldn't have, because he's smirking, and the sunlight is reflecting off that damn lip ring, and my train of thought is gone, dead in the ashes.

"Sure, sure." I mutter trying to look anywhere but at him.

Michael lets out a whoop, picking me up and spinning me around. The world twirls around, a blur of colors.

I try to clear my head as he sets me down, grinning wildly before racing off down towards Luke's house. Ashton hugs me quickly before running to catch up to the boy with the skunk hair. But I'm still facing Calum and Luke, who are both smirking now. "What?" I ask self consciously, tugging a lock of hair, needing the tugging on my scalp.

Calum laughs at me. "Do you know what you just agreed to?"

"...No? Should I?"

He just shakes his head before adjusting his hat. "You might want to find out doll. You're in for a ride."

I turn to Luke, who is still just standing and watching me, infuriating little upturn of his lips making me want to simultaneously smack and kiss him. I'm leaning more towards smack though. Aren't I always though?

"Maybe if you hadn't been so busy staring at me, you would have noticed that you agreed to let us come over tomorrow." He drawls, and I can actually see his accent working.

Several very bad words flutter through my mind. "Well damn." I mutter. "Can't I take it back?" I ask Luke hopelessly, ignoring his jibe about me staring at him. Not a chance. Okay. Maybe just a tiny one. I just now realize Calum is gone, off to catch up with the other two.

Luke smiles. "It'll be a disaster. But sometimes disasters are the most fun."

With what I'm now thinking of as his signature move, he brushes a stray piece of hair back from my face, fingertips lingering on my cheeks before just turning around and walking away.

I walk away too, because I'm sick of being left behind by these jackasses. Unsurprisingly, I trip.

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Of course it'd be my luck that they chose to arrive in my house while I'm in the shower after a run. It's 8 at night and they're pounding on my bathroom door. I silently say a prayer of thanks that I had the foresight to lock the door. No way in absolute hell I want them to see me naked and wet. They aren't exactly knockers.

"Andy! Hurry up! Ain't nobody got time for your long showers! Just get out. We brought pizza." Michael demands through the door, rattling the knob to emphasize his point.

I throw an empty bottle of shampoo at the door, but do as he says.

I shut off the water, yelling as I try to dry off."I'm out, but my clothes are out there. Get out of my room right now or I will personally castrate you all. With a blunt spoon."

I give it a moment before opening the door a crack. Apparently they took my threat seriously, because they're gone now.

I don't expect it to last long, so it's a mad dash to my closet to pull on some yoga capris and a ratty old Sleeping With Sirens tank top. My hair is still dripping down by back, but I don't exactly care enough to do anything about it.