aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Thirteen

Becca's POV

Luke and I lay there, talking about different subjects in general. At 4:00, I sit up and turn on my phone, I click on the music app and Luke smiles.

"Which song?" I ask.

"Happily," Luke says, it's the first thing on the list. I click on it and the familiar guitar chord plays, along with One Direction singing beautifully. This was my favorite song a few years ago, Faith introduced it to me. She played it everyday on her phone until I finally asked what it was called.

"Oh my gosh! It's called Happily by One Direction, it's the best song in the history of ever!" Faith squealed at the lunch table.

"Okay, okay," I say. "Chill out! I'll listen to it sooner or later," I add, smiling at my best friend.

"I choose sooner!" Faith plays the song loudly even though I told her I'd listen to it, I soon found that this is a really good song. Like, really good.

"I love this song," I tell Luke.

"Yeah, I knew you were a Directioner," he chuckles and kisses my cheek. I playfully roll my eyes but lay back down and listen to the wonderful song. I hear Luke singing softly, his voice is so angelic and amazing.

"What are you thinking about?" Luke asks, noticing me staring into space as I think.

"Your voice," I admit. "You're an amazing singer, I mean."

"Thank you," Luke smiles. "I'm gonna get a shower," he adds. I nod and he picks up something to wear, then walks into the bathroom and locks the door. The song changes to Towers by Little Mix and I smile, I love this song, too. A lot.

"You never brought me flowers, never held me in my darkest hours. And you left it so late, now my heart feels nothing, nothing and Towers. Once we were made like Towers, everything could've been ours. But you left it so late, no my heart feels nothing, nothing at all."

Luke returns in ten minutes, he's wearing black sweats but no shirt. He runs and hand over his hair and smiles at me. I smile back and he sits on the edge of the bed. I crawl up and sit next to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Luke kisses my hair softly and grabs my waist, he pulls me into his lap again so I assume he wants me to straddle him. When I do, he smiles and hugs me, too.

"Do you want to go out sometime tomorrow?" Luke asks.

"Yeah," I smile into his bare shoulder.

"I have a place we can go to, but it's a surprise," Luke says. I lift my head off his shoulder and look him in the eyes. "No, I won't tell you."

"Please?" I beg and pout my lip.

"Sorry baby," he sighs, I smile. He never called me that before but I already love it. "What, you like that?"

"Just tell me where we're going," I whine.

"No can do, ma'am," Luke says, shrugging with a smirk displayed on his lips.

"Luke," I say.

"Becca," he says. I raise my brows at him, he shakes his head though. I sigh but get off of his lap. "Becca!" He repeats.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Why'd you go?"

"Because you won't tell me where we're going."

"We're going somewhere that nobody knows of, except me," Luke says and grabs my waist again, but he doesn't drag me into his lap yet.

"Tell me the specifics," I say.