But I Need You || l.h.

Chapter 13

The building wasn't easy to find. I had to drive around for about 10 minutes before I found the entrance to the development. Her house was easy to find, it was white, elegant, clean cut. A typical LA home, but unique to the neighborhood. I parked my car on the side of the street and made my way to the front door. I only had to wait a couple of seconds before she opened the door and let me in, "Hey." Her hair was pushed back in a ponytail and she was wearing a light layer of makeup. I pulled my hands out of my pockets and stepped into her house.

"Hi, how're you?" I asked, watching as she smiled, twirling her hair around her finger. By the half gone wine glass in her hand, I could tell she had been drinking for a short while. Not quite drunk, but a tad tipsy. Her smirk told me all I needed to know. 

"I'm alright," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck, unsure of how I felt at all. A million things swarmed my mind at once. I had no idea what feelings where for who and what emotion I even felt right now, but I knew that this would help, no matter how bad off I was.

Her eyes scanned over me, searching my face. She raised an eyebrow and grabbed my hand, pulling me close to her. "Alright?" She pouted, running her free hand through my hair. I shivered as her hand found the back of my neck and I looked into her eyes. 

My hands lightly hung around her waist as I leaned in and whispered, "Yeah. Alright."

"Jesus, Luke," she bit her lip, her eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again. Her hands raced down my chest, finding my belt loops and using them to pull me closer. "Luke," she breathed, her hot breath against my neck.

"Just kiss me," I begged, sick of the thoughts flooding my brain. I bit my lip and stared down at her. 

Megan licked her lips and closed the distance between us, fire instantly igniting between the two of us. Her need suddenly became as apparent as me as we pulled each other closer to one another, our bodies now crammed together. My hands roamed down her back, squeezing her thighs and causing her to jump up, wrapping her legs around my body.

"Jesus, Meg," I mimicked, copying her from moments earlier. She smirked into my mouth and ran her hands through my hair. "Where should I bring us?" I asked, smiling as her lips detached from mine and traveled down my neck.

"Well there's a couch in the living room and my bedroom up the stairs."

I pulled away and took note of the glass staircase across the room. I turned my head and noticed the lack of railing and thought about the possible outcomes of that decision.

"So uh, where's the couch?" 

She laughed and pulled me closer to her, "Around the corner."

I placed my hands under her thighs and guided her to the couch. It was black leather, perfect for her style. I laid her down on the cushions, watching as her lips parted as her skin touched the bare, cool leather. I smiled and placed my mouth over hers, inhaling her gasp.

I smiled down at her, my body propped over hers, as my eyes looked down her body. She had obviously been out prior to me coming over, seeing as she was wearing a tight blue club like dress and white heels. She looked fantastic in it, I had to admit. I trailed my hands around her waist and found the zipper on the back. Teasingly slow, I started to pull it down, watching her body arch as the newly exposed skin came into contact with the leather seat.

My lips connected to her collarbone as I pulled the dress off. She pulled my body down, but not before ripping my own shirt off. 

"I missed you," she moaned as I ripped her thong off, throwing it across the room.

"I missed you too," I murmured into her neck, once my pants and briefs were gone, and my body was positioned in between her legs. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something in her eyes. Something of what I was feeling. Something more than the physical relationship, but with a second glance, it was gone. I shook my head, feeling dumb that I would even second think Megan having feelings for me, and returned my attention to her.

"Luke," she groaned, her hands searching for something to grasp. I tried to clear my mind as I thrusted into her and eventually I succeeded, getting lost in making the both of us feel good.

"Megan! Fuck," I cursed as her nails dug into my back, both of us, hitting our highs and coming down from them together. I rolled off of her and nearly fell off the couch, making her laugh. It wasn't until we were laying next to each other in complete silence that my thoughts returned. I groaned and pulled her into me, kissing her again, attempting to distract myself, but this wasn't a part of the deal.

"Luke," she said, pushing against my chest, "I think you should go now."

I furrowed my eyebrows together and opened my eyes, "W-what?"

She pursed her lips, and looked up at me through her lashes, "You should go."

"Megan," but she stopped me.

"Luke, this is sex only. I'm sorry but you have to understand that and I hope you can accept that I can't give you what you want."

I nodded, afraid of losing this, choosing my words carefully. I bit my lip and looked at her again, slowly rolling off the couch and searching for my clothes. In dead silence, I shrugged on my jeans and pulled on my shirt. "I do understand that Megan, I do, I'm sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind."

"We all do," she sighed. I cursed in my head, annoyed that I had searched for double meaning in her words. I nodded and took my leave.

"Call me if you need any favors," she winked, the mood in the room suddenly changing. 

I smirked and gave her thigh a squeeze, "Same goes to you."

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"So you're jealous?" She asked me.

"J-jealous? Of Calum? God no," I gasped, "I just wish he and Macie would stop being so obnoxious about their perfect relationship."

Sarah smirked at me from behind her glass of wine. I grabbed mine off the coffee table and took a sip of the red liquid. I had never been a fan of wine, but chats with Sarah like these had begun to change my mind about it. 

"Shut up Luke, you're totally jealous of them. Probably because you're seeing the perfect result of all the strife they've gone through. You probably are aware of the problems they faced but all you can see is the aftermath, all the good and you wish you could skip the inbetween too and just be happy already."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed as to how accurate she could be with me. She read me like a book and I was so thankful given the fact I was terrible at expressing my emotions. I broke into a small grin and she smiled all knowingly. 

We were sitting on her couch, in front of her fireplace. We always sat crisscross applsauce, as she described it, opposite one another, with the wine on the coffee table which we had pulled forward. Occasionally we drank more, but recently it was easier to just talk with our sophisticated wine glasses. The fire cast shadows across her face, the flames causing shapes to dance across her brown eyes.

"Thank you," I finally said, checking my phone, it was 3 am. 

"Oh you know, just my best friend having a mental crisis at some absurd hour of the evening, what am I supposed to do? Turn you away?"

Before I knew it, my arms were wrapped around her waist and she was pulled tight against me. I breathed in her scent, losing myself in the hug. A simple yet meaningful gesture. 

"I don't know what I'd do without you," I whispered. I was never one to be nice or sentimental or kind, but she was changing me for the better and I needed to take time to appreciate that. "Thank you Sarah."

"You're welcome Luke," She put her hair behind her ear, "I care about you a lot." I scooted closer to her, hugging her tighter. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

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a/n: mixed emotions. luke what even. i dont even know. luke luke luke. okay well i updated both fics today, rather productive of me. vote/comment stay fab xoxoxox -em