But I Need You || l.h.

Chapter 5

"Hey," I said quietly, walking up next to her. This is the first time I had seen her since that second night at the same club. Her black dress and heals had been traded for tight, light washed shorts and an oversized T-shirt that's neckline had been cut so one side opened, exposing her shoulder. Her gaze stayed locked on the yogurt on the wall of the isle in front of us. Though I typically hated going to the grocery store, I was thankful that the guys had forced me to take the weekly grocery store trip.

I looked over at her as she reached forward, grabbing vanilla yogurt and dropping a pack into her basket. As she did so, a strand of blonde hair fell over her face. I licked my lower lip and raised my hand to tuck it away, but she quickly turned around and started walking down the aisle.

"Megan?" I called out to her as she continued to walk down to the other end of the store. She ignored me again and kept walking. "Fuck no," I muttered under my breath, breaking into a jog. "Megan come on, wait up."

"Go away Luke," she groaned as I grabbed her wrist.

"You remembered my name," I smirked as I turned her around to face me.

"Yeah cause you won't leave me alone," she retorted.

"Why do you hate me so much," I wondered outloud, drawing her closer. "I went back and saw you at that club. You really made a show of the guy you had all over you."

"I already had what I came for," she sighed, "You were just too slow."

I shuffled closer to her, our faces inches away from one another's, "What about now?" I asked her, trying to hold it together as the sweet scent of her perfume wrapped around my nose.

"Now what?" She asked me, looking up through her lashes.

"Am I too slow now?" I took this opportunity to try to kiss her, but she ducked away, scurrying under my arm and down the aisle again.

"Tonight," was all she replied as she looked back one more time and proceeded to checkout, leaving me dumbfounded as to what had just happened.

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"We're going out tonight," I announced as my fingers tapped the kitchen counter.

"Shocker," Ashton replied, waving his hands.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen, knocking into Ashton on the way down the hall. He made a noise and I could hear him talking to Calum by the time I reached my room.

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Five hours later after I had taken a good long nap and changed into something a tad classier. "Hurry up guys," I called into the room from the front door, "the night is getting old!"

Ashton appeared first, finishing his bandana up as he walked down the hall. "Why are you so eager to get out of here?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged and turned towards the door.

"It's obviously Megan," Michael claimed as he joined us at the door.

"What the fuck man?"

"It's obvious Luke, just give it up already."

"What's obvious," I scoffed, turning towards the door.

"Not that you want her, but that you WANT her."

I cringed at his emphasis on the second 'want' and stared back at him. I shook my head and turned towards the door, "Shut the fuck up," I muttered mostly to myself but just loud enough so he could hear. I ripped the door open and stalked into the hallway leaving the boys to follow.

No one spoke the entire ride to the club. I found myself tapping a finger or shaking my leg every so often and stopped before the boys could catch me in the act. Michael kept giving me looks to which I responded to by flipping him off or glaring back at him. When we finally pulled up to the curb, I all by threw myself onto the streets. the bouncer didn't even stop me this time, knowing exactly who I was and that I was definitely on the list. I stalked down the long hallway, eager for what I finally was getting. I reached the end of the hallway and stood in the entrance of the club. My eyes scanned the crowd of sweaty bodies and blurry movement until I saw her, just as I had seen her countless times before. Just as she had said earlier.