Say It If It's Worth Saving Me

28. Feel Like Sharing

 Six months.

Six months of off time skype calls and snap chat conversations. Messaging whenever we had the opportunity and always finding that the time difference was the biggest complication but Luke and I put in the effort.

I flew out to see them in London right before they leave for the Take Me Home Tour with One Direction. They had scrambled to clean up the apartment for my arrival and I found it incredibly sweet.

They were waiting for me at the aeroport and picked me up before we stopped to get some groceries before heading back and I forced myself to stay awake until at least 7:30 p.m. before I went to Luke's room and crashed.

I woke up tangled up with Luke, who was wearing basketball shorts and a thin singlet. I was wearing pajama shorts and a night shirt and I was miraculously not sweating really bad. I shifted to move closer to Luke which caused him to snuggle more against me and I smiled softly to myself.

"Morning," Luke mumbled.

"You're awake?" I replied hoarsely.

Those blue eyes opened and he gave me a soft smile, "I've been awake for a while."

"That's creepy," I pointed out.

"I was trying to go back to sleep," he argued.

I nodded my head slowly before I yawned, "Can I go back to sleep?"

"I wanted to take you around the city," he frowned.

"Luke, I'm gonna be here for a whole two weeks," I pointed out. "There's gonna be more than enough time for us to go round the city."

He nodded, "How about we brush our teeth and then snog for a little bit?"

My heart sped up and I nodded. He got off of me and I shuffled over to my suitcase to find my toothbrush and the small travel size toothpaste I had bought.

The ritual of morning teeth brushing was as quiet as the rest of the house, with the exception of the television playing the morning news. Silently finishing, we went back to Luke's room and tumbled back onto his bed.

I decided that I wanted to wrestle so I shoved him back onto the mattress and climbed on top of him. His hands rested on my thighs and he smiled up at me, "I like this view."

Heat flooded my cheeks because I did have a lot of skin on display, a lot of scarred skin that is. I pressed my hand against his cheek and turned his head to the side, "I wanted to wrestle."

"There's no where else you belong more than on top of me," he said with a sudden burst of cockiness.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "I thought we were going to snog."

"You gotta come down here," he chuckled.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned down anyways and pressed my mouth to his. His lips were soft and slightly chapped and of course he tasted like mint. I loved the way that our bodies fit together and how easy it was to kiss him, the slide of lips and the way he ocassionally nipped at my lower lip.

A noise escaped me and I pulled away quickly just to blush incredibly hard and Luke watched me with dark eyes. A thought flashed through my mind and I reached down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it off.

I was wearing a sports bra underneath but it didn't leave much to the imagination. Luke's cheeks turned a dark pink as I grabbed his hands off of my thighs and slid them up over my hips and to my chest.

"Jai, I-I-" he stuttered, watching our hands on my chest.

"It's okay, Lu," I promised.

"We're not o-old enough," he mumbled.

I giggled, "That's never stopped anyone."

He hummed as I kissed him again and when my tongue swiped at his lower lip, he parted his. After a few minutes we separated because I was hungry and wanted food.

Luke was always quiet in the morning but Ashton was up and making breakfast.

"Morning you two," he greeted in a cheery voice.

"Morning Ash," I replied.

"Have a good snog session?" He teased.

"Yes," I replied as I went over to him to give him a hug.

As the other boys came into the room, they all were greeted with hugs and Luke was just quiet. I started to worry because he usually is a lot more social than this.

"Luke, are you okay?" I asked.

He looked up and the others quickly turned their attention to their lead singer. Luke was the youngest so they were always watching out for him.

"I'm just thinking about how long I'm gonna be away on tour," he admitted.

My heart swelled a little bit that he was thinking about me already. However, a flash of guilt went through me because he should be thinking about the band and not me.

"Everything's gonna be okay," I told him. "I'll be fine as long as you talk to me."

"Maybe we can fly you to a few of the shows," Michael suggested.

"No, Mikey," I told him.

"Don't call me Mikey," he whined.

"You love it."

*** Fast Forward: 2015 ***

"She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear and I know now -hands up!- that I'm so down," Luke sang into the mic.

It was the last show of Rock Out With Your Socks Out Tour and I was so incredibly fucking proud of them. I left my seat just as the song ended and they squeezed the last few seconds out of song and made my way backstage.

Hey Violet was hanging out backstage and I greeted them with congradulations on finishing tour and killing it with their set.

"I don't know how Luke got you but I hope he keeps you," Nia said.

We all laughed and I smiled, "He'd be stupid to."

"I was actually wondering," Rena began, looking at me from her place in a chair. "Not that it's my business but how come the guys never tease you and Luke?"

"Do you mean that like we're disgustingly affection kind of teasing or you have loud and annoying sex kind of teasing?" I asked, crouching down to retie my boots that Luke had bought me as a Christmas present.

"You guys aren't really affection in the view of others, so the second one," she thought aloud.

"Luke and I haven't had sex yet," I answered.

All of their eyes widened and Rena actually leaned forward, "Really?"

I straightened up, "Yeah and that's all I feel like sharing."

"Understood and respected," Miranda nodded.

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Author's Note: Just a few more chapters left my friends, these last ones are going to kind of pull everything shut because this story really did start writing itself lol..