Sugar Lips | lashton au | book 1

twenty-three

hey yall

the curly haired waiter in the last chapter was not harry styles. no one from one direction will be in any of my 5sos fics bc im not gonna mix them in a book bc not everyone who likes 5sos likes one direction and not everyone who likes one direction likes 5sos 

the waiter was princess fro fro. 

i am currently chewing tropical fruit flavored trident gum while writing this like i have for the past few chapters and luke hemmings has yet to appear and push me against a wall

 enough rambling autumn shut the fuck up

ok.

warning this chapter's gon get deep as hell 

and I guess I should say trigger warning?

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The next morning (or afternoon because we didn't wake up until one) Luke was in the shower when I woke up and what he said before he went to sleep was still running through my mind. 

"I really want you to fuck me." 

Did he mean to say that? Does he know he said that?

I want to ask him, but then I don't because I don't want to make things weird incase he doesn't remember saying that.

I blame Michael and his weed. 

"Morning, Sugar Lips." Luke smiled coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel around his waist. 

"Morning." I said, noticing he'd taken out a few of his piecings leaving only his lip and eyebrow. 

The bedroom door opened and Liz popped her head in and smiled. 

"Hello boys- Luke  for gods sake put some clothes on- lunch is almost ready, you slept through  breakfast." 

"Yes, mum." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Liz." I smiled.

She left with a smile and Luke went rumaging through his closet.

"Don't look at my butt." He said before he started changing.

I laughed and looked down at my feet.

"What are we doing today?" I asked twidling my thumbs. 

"I thought we could maybe do that date thing I asked you about." He said turning around as he pulled his shirt over his head. 

"Date thing." I laughed. "So romantic." 

"Shut up." He mumbled leaning down towards where I was sitting on the edge of his bed. He pressed his lips to mine and smiled against them.