arabella → hemmo a.u

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malias perspective;

"That was soooo good," Luke slurred as we both made our way out of the arena. "Wasn't that the best first date you've ever been on? I know it was Malia Smith," he giggled throwing his arm over my shoulder and dropping all of his weight on my shoulders.

"I told you not to drink so much Luke," I sighed, dragging him out into the car park with me.

The concert was amazing, but I was too focused on the music to realise that Luke was getting completely wasted from all of the free beer and vodka that they were handing out.

"You're such a party pooper Malia Smith," Luke whined, taking his car keys out of his pocket and playing around with them between his fingers.

"I think I should drive," I suggested, as we finally arrived at Luke's car. "You coming in?" I opened the door and watched as Luke stood there with his hands holding his stomach.

"Malia Smith?"

"Yes, Luke Hemmings?"

"I'm going to throw up," Luke stated and with that, he turned to the small bush on the pavement and hurled out all of the alcohol he had consumed. I rushed to his side and rubbed his back.

"Let it all out," I said, patting him on the back whilst scrunching up my nose to the smell of his vomit.

When he was finished, he stood up and wiped the remainder of what was left around his mouth with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking rather ashamed of himself.

"Are you seriously going to say sorry for vomiting?" I chuckled as we both finally made our way into the car. "I'm glad you vomited, Luke. You needed that," I reassured him, as we both put on out seat belts.

"Do you have any gum?" Luke asked, ignoring what I had said.

"I've got some in my purse, can you get it for me? It's in the back," I told Luke as we began to drive out of the car park. I checked the time on my phone quickly, to see that it read 1:52 am. There was no way that I was going to be ready to go to work in a few hours.

He turned around and reached for my purse before bringing it onto his lap.

"Why do you have so much makeup Malia Smith?"

"I don't know, why do you keep calling me by my full name Luke Hemmings?"

"Because you have a pretty name Malia Smith," Luke grinned, popping a piece of gum into his mouth.

We sat in a comfortable silence for the next half an hour with the radio gently playing in the background. It wasn't until after, that I could hear Luke mumbling the words of the song.

If I wasn't driving, I would spend the whole car journey admiring him and his beauty. The way his pink lips moved to the rhythm of the song and how his bright blue eyes would intensely watch the trees passing by.

"It's not good to stare, Malia Smith," Luke smirked, keeping his eyes locked on the nature that passed us.

"I'm not staring at you," I scoffed, trying to cover up the truth that I indeed was staring at him.

"It's not good to lie either Malia Smith," Luke turned his head to face me and I had to use every muscle in my body to stop myself from blushing. "Where are you taking me?" Luke suddenly asked, taking another piece gum and shoving it into his mouth.

"With the state that you're currently in, I think I'm just going to take you back to my apartment," I explained.

"Does that mean I have to have sex with you? Because I'm still a virgin and don't get me wr-"