My American Idol//Luke Bryan and Katy Perry

Chapter 4

Katy's P.O.V.

I got up the next morning, the events of yesterday flooding back to me. At that, I smiled. I really like Luke. I turned on my phone to see a ton of missed calls from Orlando. And some texts saying stuff like 'I'm sorry!' or 'Please take me back!' At that, I rolled my eyes. We had previously talked about him drinking. 

I got up, took a shower, and got ready for work that day. As I was applying my mascara, one of Luke's songs, I Don't Want This Night to End, came on Pandora. I hummed the tune.

You got your hands up

You're rockin in my truck

You got the radio on

You're singin every song

My phone blared. I noticed that my bruise was gone. When I finished getting ready, I drove to a location where the limo would take me, Luke, and Lionel to the studio.

Luke's P.O.V.

When I got to the meeting place, I hopped out of my truck to see that Lionel was already there. "Hey." I greeted him. "Hey." He said kinda nervously. I frowned. "What's up with you?" I asked.

Lionel's P.O.V.

I told him everything I saw yesterday, and his eyes went wide. "So, I just gotta ask, are you two a thing?" I asked. "I don't know, I mean we are going out tonight, but I don't know if we're a thing yet." He replied. I placed my hands on his shoulders. "Okay, Luke, If you hurt her, I'll kill you." I said plainly. He chuckled, as did I. Then I saw Katy's car pull up. I turned Luke around. She walked over.

Luke's P.O.V.

Katy walked up to us. "Hey guys." She greeted us. "Hey." Me and Lionel said in usion. "Hey Katy." I said. "Yeah?" "Lionel knows." I said. Her eyes widened. "And I'm completely cool with it." Lionel chimed in. She let out a deep breath that she must have been holding in.

When we got into the limo, Katy sat between me and Lionel. She unexpectedly, took my hand and interlocked our fingers. I smiled, as she blushed.