Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Right Here. With You.

"What do you want to do today?" Luke asked, raking his hand through my hair. It was nearly noon and my head had been resting on his chest for what seemed like hours (when in reality, we were probably only there for about fifteen minutes). We were consumed in each other, just lying there, not speaking up until now. We didn't mind the silence, it was almost peaceful.

"I don't know," my voice was quiet and Petunia stood up from her place near our feet to jump off the bed and grab her kong. Luke's hand left my hair to wrap his fingers around mine and place a soft kiss on the back of my hand. I lifted my head up to look at him and he smiled.

"I have class at 2:30," I told him.

"Don't go," he shrugged and I rolled my eyes. "Come on, you already missed one today. What's the harm?" He was right. It was only one class. With a sigh I sat up.

"You're a horrible influence on me." I stated and he grinned.

"Ouch." He held his hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded and I shook my head, laughing. "Come back," he mumbled, trying to pull me to him.

"No." I giggled, biting my lip.

His bottom lip formed into a pout as he yanked my arm down. I fell on top of him, laughing. Wrapping his arms around me, he stared at me for a moment, pressing his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss and started to kiss him back when the door opened. We were quick to tear away from each other. I tried to bolt up, but Luke's grip held my body down.

"Sorry mate," Michael grinned as he closed the door behind him.

"What do you want?" Luke's tone completely changed. The once happy man who was pulling me down to kiss me and making me giggle was now angry and his grip on me was far from loose.

"So this is where you've been hiding out all day?" Michael smiled down at me, walking over to Petunia and scratching behind her ears. "You should answer your phone. Lea's going mad. She thinks you've been murdered." I opened my mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off.

"Well she hasn't been, so..." Luke's voice trailed off. "What do you want?" He repeated.

"Just popping in to say hi," he sat down on the bed and Luke rolled his eyes.

"You said it. So leave." Michael didn't listen. Instead, he lied next to Luke on the bed and tucked his arms behind his head, crossing his legs. "Get your dirty ass shoes off my bed," Luke growled. Michael complied, kicking his shoes off to the floor and resuming his position.

"Do you guys want to get some lunch?" Michael beamed up at Luke. I wanted to shy away from his grip, but I was being held too closely. Luke debated whether or not to agree before finally sighing and turning his attention to me.

"Are you hungry?" He asked and I nodded. Luke's grip finally loosened and he sat up, gently ushering me off of him. "Get out so we can change," he told Michael.

"Dude, I've seen you naked like a million times," he laughed, grabbing his shoes as he sat up.

"Not me, you dick. Valerie," Luke shoved Michael off the bed and he walked out of the room to give us privacy. "I don't want to go," Luke admitted, pulling on the jeans that he left on the floor earlier today.

"I do," I laughed, standing up and walking to my folded clothes. One of my biggest pet peeves was wearing clothes that I wore the previous day, but I decided to suck it up so I wouldn't cause a fuss.

Luke pulled on his shirt, staring at me as I slowly unfolded my top.

"Turn around," I complained and he rolled his eyes.