Hate/Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

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I opened my eyes and thought I was in my room at first, but noticed the ceiling looked different. Blinking, I tried to look more at my surroundings, but was constricted by a heavy weight on my body. Craning my neck, I looked at my chest and saw a mess of blonde hair resting, rising up and down with my breaths. 

"Luke?" I whispered, trying harder to escape.

After he didn't move, I wiggled my body back and forth to shake him awake. "Luke!" I whispered louder.

Luke's head rose, his eyes still shut. "Hm?"

"Where the hell are we?"

He snorted and shook his head. "I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"That you wouldn't remember." He laid his head back on my chest. "I told myself I shouldn't have done it, because you wouldn't remember, but you insisted ..."

I was scared to ask the followup question to his sentence. "You shouldn't have done ... what?"

This ... placement we were in could only mean one thing. I'd seen it on the movies multiple times, the girl and guy wake up together after they have sex. 

"Did we ... do it last night?"

"God, no!" he laughed. "Not that I wouldn't want to, but no, that would be even worse. We just made out for a really long time." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, proud of what he just said.

I blushed. What the hell else happened last night, and why couldn't I remember? The last thing I can recall is Calum introducing me to a bunch of people, and we were all talking about, school? I really couldn't remember.

"Do you feel sick at all?" Luke asked, sitting up, giving me space to stretch.

As I wiggled my toes and bent my legs back and forth, I shook my head no. "Why would I?"

"Taylor, you got wasted last night."

I rolled my eyes, not believing him. I did not get drunk last night, I would've remembered. But, isn't that what being drunk does to you? It makes you forget things ... shit.

"... was it bad?" I shamefully asked. How could I let myself get to that point? Especially in front of people who didn't know me at all, what a bad first impression I probably gave them.

Luke chuckled, pulling his knees to his chest. "The fact that you can't remember anything is a bad sign."

Groaning, I buried my face in my hands. What a terrible mistake I made. Bad enough to where Luke had to take me to wherever we are.

"Wait, is this your house? Is your mom home?" I panicked, seeing my English teacher outside of school in this morning-after condition would be the worst embarrassment.

"No, no, chill. I live here by myself."

"Well, thank you for taking me here and not back to my house. I wouldn't be alive if I went home in that condition." I sighed.

Luke smiled in response. I noticed the way his right cheek was slightly pink from laying on it on my chest all night, and the way his hair still had all of the product he had put into it last night, so it effortlessly stuck up. But most of all, I noticed his perfect smile and how it tied the beauty of his whole face together.

"Yeah, you told me you told your parents you were spending the night at Danica's house?"

Luckily, my parents completely believed my lie. I called them and said that "me and the girls" had just woken up and we were now making an extravagant breakfast and having the greatest time, so they said to take as long as I wanted at "Danica's" house. This included me taking a much needed shower at Luke's apartment; I felt sticky and my hair felt greasy. Although, it was a little bizarre using Luke's shampoo that smelt like man, but it was better than the mix of sweat and miscellaneous residue of liquids that coated my body pre-shower, so I couldn't complain.