simply amazing // l.h

ten

Everyone was hotel bound as, somehow or another, the address of the hotel they were staying at was leaked on the internet. 'Sorry guys, but unless you want to be mobbed then it's order in a takeaway and rent a movie' a security member had informed them a half hour ago. The lounge area of Michael and Calum's room had been completely trashed as the floor was littered with cushions and blankets. Ashton was on one couch while Michael was on another. Calum, Luke and Bridgette were in amongst the pillows right in front of the TV that was playing 21 Jump Street. Every so often, Luke would untangle his hand from Bridgette's to stroke her freshly washed damp hair and return to his original position. It was a very simple gesture that raised Bridgette's heartrate nonetheless.

'Didge?' Ashton sing-songed.

'What?' Bridgette replied in the same tone.

'A girl on twitter wants to know how you do your makeup.'

'It's too complicated to tweet.' She groaned. 'Tell her I'll explain in a blog post or something.'

'Gotcha.' The sound of Ashton's slow typing filled the silence other than the background noise of the movie. Luke began fidgetting and squirming - so much so that Bridgette had to remove her grasp on his shirt and move away from him a little.

'What's the matter with you? Ants in your pants?'

'No...' Luke retorted childishly, standing up and pulling Bridgette with him. 'Screw this. We were supposed to help your dad paint your hallway. I'm not staying here.'

'Luke, if the fans see you and Bridgette and follow you, they'll find out where Bridgette lives. That's worse than just the hotel, bro.' Michael warned, taking a swig of Sprite.

'Good job I parked around the back, then.' Bridgette's face turned into a wicked grin. Grabbing Luke's hand, they raced down the stairs and managed to sneak through the back of the hotel without being seen. Once in the car, Bridgette reached to the back seat and handed Luke a blonde wig.

'What's this for?' Luke looked at Bridgette, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Are you trying to tell me you like girls?'

'No.' Bridgette snorted. 'We have to pass the front of the hotel to get to my house, dork. So put this on and pretend you've dropped something to hide your face.' Bridgette slipped a pair of large sunglasses onto her nose and started the engine, edging onto the road. Luke didn't have to pretend at all as when Bridgette went over a bump it launched Luke's Pringles all over the floor. Bridgette's contagious laughter made the both of them forget about the stress of hiding. The car journey was short (Luke made sure their managers booked a hotel near his girlfriend) and Luke was greeted by Alex and Grace with open arms as always.

'Sorry we're late, there was fan trouble at the hotel.' Bridgette said, kissing her father on the cheek and shrugging her hoodie off her shoulders.

'Hey it's fine. As long as you're safe.' Grace smiled. Bridgette left Luke in the company of her family as she got changed into some older clothes - she wasn't ready to ruin her official 5 Seconds Of Summer t shirt (Luke had insisted she at least had something to look like she supported the band even though she was their biggest fan). Once dressed in old cotton shorts and a floral singlet that was too small, she pulled her hair out of the way and helped set up sheets along the hallway carpet. Luke made sure his sleeves were rolled up and his shoes were far away from the painting area.

'Right, you have brushes, rollers, trays and paint. We'll leave you to it.' Alex and grace disappeared into the lounge as Luke and Bridgette prepped. This included the radio playing and war stripes on Luke's cheeks.

'It's supposed to go on the wall not on your face, Hemmings.' Bridgette giggled, beginning to paint the left side of the hall. Luke rested his chin on Bridgette's shoulder with his left hand resting on her waist while he painted over her. Luke thought it would be cute but Bridgette kept elbowing him.

'Luke, I love you and all but you're kind of getting in the way.' 

'My bad.' Luke kissed Bridgette's neck and squeezed her before reluctantly letting go. That was the thing with Luke - he always needed to be touching Bridgette. Whether it was holding her hand or resting his arms around her waist, he loved being in contact with her. They continued painting with just the radio as background noise. Luke snuck the occasional kiss onto Bridgette's head and soon they were starting to get bored.

'Hey, Didge, you got paint on your nose.' Luke spoke. Bridgette faced him and pointed her nose up so as he could wipe it off, but Luke took his brush and wiped it over her nose, laughing loudly.

'Not funny, now lets get this finished.' Bridgette instructed while holding back a devious grin. She was going to get her own back. As Luke went back to painting, she dipped her palms into the paint pot and grabbed Luke's bum through his jeans, a smirk on her lips. Luke whipped his body around to look at his backside.

'Oh, you're asking for it now.' Luke took his brush and flicked paint completely over Bridgette's body, making her squeal in shock. She rolled the roller over Luke's torso and flicked paint into his blonde quiff. Strong laughter and loud yells filled the hall and Alex and Grace came rushing in.

'You had one job, guys.' Grace giggled at the two messy teenagers. 'I'll make you guys dinner while you clean up.'

'At least you did a good job on the walls.' Alex looked from the newly-painted walls to the newly-painted Luke and Bridgette, shaking his head and going back into the lounge. Bridgette and Luke looked at each other and burst out laughing.

'We need to clean up.' Bridgette sighed, folding the sheets and replacing the lid on the paint. Luke gathered the utensils and began washing them up. Once everything was put away, Luke practically begged Bridgette to take a selfie. She rolled her eyes and posed.

'@Luke5SOS: painting disaster'

'@Michael5SOS: @Luke5SOS war paint? really?'

'@Ashton5SOS: Bridgette's little moustache tho :'D @Luke5SOS'

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'Luke? Are you staying the night, love?' Grace called from the kitchen.

'If that's okay, Mrs Baker.' Luke called back, his lower torso covered by a towel and his upper torso exposed. Showering had left Luke's hair with a cream streak through it that he couldn't get rid of. He changed into some clothes he's left at the house on previous visits and ran his finger along the spines of Bridgette's books on her shelf. She returned into her room in just her underwear and began rifling through her drawers.

'What pyjamas do I wear?' She asked aloud.

'I like the ones you're wearing at the moment.' Luke chuckled, his eyes scanning Bridgette's body. His eyes lingered on her stomach indented with little red lines, but moved back up to her eyes when she faced Luke with her hands on her hips.

'I need to be appropriate for my dad, pickle.'

'At least don't wear bottoms.' Luke spoke shyly, handing her his old jumper her knew she loved. She slipped it over her body and pulled her hair into a ponytail cascading down her back.

'Cuddle?' Luke had his arms out wide and Bridgette fell into them with a big smile on her face, his thumbs tracing patterns on her back.

'You're especially needy today. What's up?' Bridgette rested her chin on Luke's chest so as she could see his ice blue eyes.

'I just love you a ton, that's all.' He smiled, kissing her nose.