Is Typing... || l.r.h [ON HOLD]

3.7

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((Pic above is Luke's lambo.))

"Um.." I hum, playing with the hem of my shirt while keeping my eyes low to the ground.

"Come on, let's get back to the bus. The boys are out at the moment and won't be back until tour starts." He says softly, kissing my forehead before picking up most of my bags and leading me outside.

"And when's that?" I ask, tilting my head up to look at him.

I play with the plastic on the lid that is covering my Starbucks drink, momentarily pausing to shrug my bag higher onto my shoulder.

"Three days."

I nod and smile when I see Luke stop at a lambo.

"Holy fuck Hemmings.. you didn't tell me the hottest thing you own is your car!" I cheer, fast walking toward it and gently caressing it's smooth and shiny surface.

"That's because it isn't." He chuckles. I lift my eyes from the beauty in front of me and land them on the god behind me.

"Then what is?" I quietly mumble, entranced in our own little world.

"This dick."