boxer ⋆ luke hemmings ✔️

19. Little Baby.

Sophie Hood woke up the following morning with an undying urge to punch Luke in the face.

Obviously, she'd never do that. She could never bring herself to. But she thought about it, in the metaphoric sense, and only because he was currently doing something that frustrated her out of her mind and made her stomach churn in either unease or excitement.

It wasn't even that big of a deal, but Sophie was the sort of person to look too far into things, no matter what it was.

And that 'thing' was currently Luke- and how Luke's hot breath was tickling the back of her neck, how his snores were small and quiet as his strong arms stayed wrapped around her waist with ease. The first time she looked back at him was also the first time she felt like slapping him awake- the man looked absolutely gorgeous while he slept and, bewildering her into oblivion.

That, and he was sending literal shivers down her spine. She didn't like it. But only because it made her feel funny and she wanted nothing more than to escape his grip.

The worst part about the entire thing was the fact that Luke wasn't even asleep. No, Sophie could tell. As strange as it sounded, his snores sounded fake and she could differentiate his simple closed eyelids from a pair of sleeping ones.

He was doing it on purpose.

But why?

Sophie furrowed her eyebrows, screwing her eyes shut to somehow make herself fall asleep again. If Luke wasn't going to stop his very intentional actions, then the least she could do was try to avoid them.

To no avail, however. Every time the young girl tried to move away, he'd slowly pull her towards him again, closer than before if that was even possible. His chest was like a magnet and her back was a metal piece- somehow, someway, they always ended up together.

"Luke," she ended up groaning quietly, burying her face in his arm. Sunlight flooded in through the open window, illuminating the walls with a soft yellow glow as she carefully looked back at him, whispering, "Luke, let me go,"

No response. Although she could no longer hear his snores, Sophie assumed him to be halfway between fast asleep and barely conscious.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she whined, regardless of not needing it in the slightest. In all honesty, she just needed an excuse to escape Luke's embrace, to calm the butterflies erupting in her stomach.

The butterflies, and something else she couldn't quite place.

"I'm being serious," she murmured.

But all she got in return was Luke resting his chin gently on top of her head, eyes still shut,  lips still semi-pouted from sleep.

At least he wasn't breathing down her neck anymore, though to some extent, this was worse; for now, Sophie could practically feel his heartbeat.

"Calum's gonna come in, you know," she lied, voice small, "He always checks up on me around this time in the morning,"

Evidently, the girl was lying. Sophie could end up getting locked in her soundproofed room, banging on the door to get out, and her older brother wouldn't even know. That was how incompetent Calum was when it came to checking up on her, if not worse, but Luke didn't need to know this.

"Or Mali," Sophie then hummed, and she could hear him exhale a slight- almost amused- breath, "She'd be really angry at you,"