But I Need You || l.h.

Chapter 1

“Shit, Luke,” the brunette beneath me gasped, I knew she was close by the way her nails dug into my shoulders, driving me insane. That’s always what I asked of them, nails and playing with my hair, my two biggest turn-ons. She screamed my name once more as she finished, me following a heartbeat later. I let out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the mattress next to her, wiping the sweat off my forehead. She snuggled closer to me, her face resting on my bare chest, but I turned away, looking at the lamp on my bedside table. She was overstaying her welcome. I didn’t ask for this cuddling shit, all I wanted was a quick fuck and then for her to leave, but since I had forgotten her name halfway through our little get together, though I knew it started with a “B,” I was now paying the price of my carelessness. Instead of trying to focus on the good, like her sweet smelling perfume or the high I had just come down off of, all I could think about was every point of unbreakable and undesirable contact beneath the sheets of our two naked bodies. All I could dread was the sweaty and overly intimate contact to which I wanted nothing to do with any longer. Without a second thought, I reached over and switched the light off. “Good night,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss my jaw. This time I did not back away, however responded with silence. She took the hint and shut up, bringing her face away from mine. Despite her still being in my hotel room, I was grateful when she started tracing shapes on my collarbone. The action quickly relaxed me and sent me off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. The remains of the nameless brunette’s clothes were gone, not that there was much to begin with. A simple, short, tight black dress and black heels along with some matching and quite nonexistent bra and panties. Nothing new. I groaned and rubbed my head, rolling over to stand up. I grabbed a pair of boxes from my suitcase and slipped them on before heading out into the living room.

“Look who decided to wake up,” Calum smirked as I sauntered into the kitchen.

I looked at the clock, which read just past noon. “I didn’t know it was required to wake up before one on day off,” I retorted, as I poured a cup of coffee for myself.

“So you and Becca had fun last night,” Michael pointed out from across the kitchen as he leaned against the counter, a smile creeping onto his face. “She made quite an exit.”

I rolled my eyes and flicked my tongue over my lip ring. “Was that her name? I could’ve sworn it was Bella.”

“Bella was Thursday night. It’s Sunday morning,” Ashton pointed out, speaking up from the couch for the first time since I entered the room.

“Ah whatever, I don’t care,” I finally decided, taking a long sip of coffee. I walked over to the medicine cabinet and swooped up a bottle of painkillers and swallowed two down within seconds. When I turned around, all the eyes in the room were on me.

“What?” I asked, as I finished another gulp of coffee. No one said anything. Instead they all shook their heads and looked away. I shrugged and pulled myself onto the counter. I let my legs hang just above the floor before I looked up again, “So what’s the plan tonight? Where we going?”

“You want to go out again?” Michael gasped, as if this was new stuff to him.

I looked at him and shook my head, “Uh yeah, new night. New club. New girls.”

“But that’s what we’ve been doing all weekend,” Calum whined.

“And what’s the point with doing that?” I asked him, raising my eyebrows.

“Nothing, it just gets old after five days.”

I rolled my eyes and turned away, “Fine, if you boys don’t wanna come, you don’t have to. However I’m going to that new club that just opened down the street and you’re more than welcome to join me if you wish. It’s girls get in for free night.” I knew that was Ashton’s favorite night and when his head popped up from behind the couch, I knew I’d have at least one companion.